LAST EDITED ON 05-31-07 AT 05:41 PM (EST)Ahoy! back at ye, mate ...
And I'll be wagerin' tha' nay Barque e'er sang a lustier baritone. I'll be thankin' ye for 'er ballad a'fore I hear th' first sweet note!
Or (as the case m'be) for 'er chanty comedy a'fore its first ribald lyric rolls the waves.
Speakin' of tha' ...
One o' me calculations for no singin' her grand song meself was th' poverty of me seafarin' language. Ol' Cap'n Denver di' no speak of West Virginians as 'strangers to blue water' wi'out bountiful good reason. Ye nay catch a nob's ransom of wind in yer sails down in a hollow.
And, as it would seem that I ha'e need to be more prudent when discussin' some one or a'other portion of ship's anatomy, I be grateful to ye for me education a'ready begun. 'Deck' bein' the example, I nay think I'll e'er make casual mention of a 'fo'castle' hereafter.
So, sail on silver ship! I be sailin' right ... astern.
Well, I did say I was in need of "a saltier dog" ...