The planet it be a-warmin' and our seas no longer swarm with dashing swarthy bands of sea-dogs wi' ships' sails a-bellyin' in the hurricano winds. But yet in our hearts does burn the hunger for adventure, for a savvy captain, and for the best togs one can sling together for to make a fearsomely handsome outfit.
So now everyone who has promised to steal my "Obama: Agent 008" shirt can give the merry lass who made it their hard-scavenged dubloons and receive their own version of said tunic, and I can stop threatening to cutlass the scallywags across the knuckles if they so much as lay a finger on mine. Arrh.
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