The oceans aren't bountiful, and the waves an endless expanse of solitude and despair. Perhaps it was time
to decommission the pirate vessel Prinz Eugen for good. On the other hand...
Bollocks to such melancholy pessimism, it's time to man the rails and hoist the colors....

I found meself a Brit's first sitter an' sure he wasn't civil,
So I stuck a plaster on his back an' set him to the Devil.
Sheepskin, pitch, an' beeswax, they make a bully plaster;
The more he tried to git it off it only stuck the faster.
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