Shift off'n that keg, ye scurvy sack o' dogmeat. Ye be wantin' words o' me? I'll be a'ter tellin' it damn straight, an' see you takes it down proper. Wot ye've writ on that page, "Bring me that 'orizon!"...well, them words be spoke by many a fine captain afore that young scallywag Jacky Sparrow made 'em known t' all th' world, but 'e gets all th' credit whilst rest o' us gets nary a line in a 'istory book. I be thinkin' ol' Ed'ard Teach prob'ly said 'em fust. 'E was a eddycated bloke an' prone t' turnin' phrases wi' th' tide by wot I 'ears. An' I be tellin' ye now that th' Black Blade (that be mese'f, Morgan Corbye) said 'em when fust she cast off in th' Winged Adventure. 'Twas a few years ago, that, an' I still be lookin' t' reach th' last one. 'Tis no sense in livin' wi'out adventure, no sense a-tall t' be settin' yer hindparts on a cushion fer th' rest o' yer days, not when there's a 'orizon ye've never charted. 'Tis me way o' thinkin' that someday I'll be gettin' but 'alfway there afore I keels over, but by the lord 'Arry, I means to be under full sail when it 'appens.
Now lay down that pen an' get yer sorry shanks topside an' make fast them lines afore I uses yer backbone t' 'olystone th' deck. Bloody 'istorian!
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