WW LLXVIII: Yar Har Har and a Bottle o' Rum

[Nerwen]

Originally Posted by Eönwë

Have y'ever been on th' land, Nerwen? Ye speak like ye were born a' sea!

Aye, I were weaned on rum an' hard tack, ye lubber!

Originally Posted by Eönwë

An' ye were up early. Did ye see a sign o' th' fishmen when ye awake from yer rum-sleep in yer cabin? Or p'r'aps ye be one o' them. Arr! D'I see a bit o' barnacle on yer face, ye scurvy dog?

Scurvy dog yerself, to be a-castin' of aspersions on a lady's complexion!