Sir William, don't worry, we are getting replenished in these difficult times by the same fashion that we get our Alcoholic stores. I suggest that, in the old tradition of Privateers, we locate a quiet beach somewhere where we can careen the ship, I am sure the old dear would love to have her bottom scraped, and we can straighten out the lumps where we had that tricky game of ship football.
A couple of weeks in a lean-to on the sandy beach, a little physical work and some careful seamanship, a little social to and fro with some local ladies, and we will be better able to assess the situation.
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
Rabelais
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