Faring as well as I can be, captain. Though there seems to have been a problem with a crate of rations- insects crawling in the box, rotting the whole lot of biscuits. The ladies will have to go without their bread until we can get more.
Toss the infested boxes overboard. I don’t want them spoiling the rest. We’ll make port and resupply tomorrow. [There’s a pause] Unless, of course, we come across a ship worthy of boarding beforehand.
Dearest Lady Sif — how are you this evening?
Q is for Queen Anne’s Revenge
That…Don't hurt me.
You’re so strange. I know this is old news but sometimes it just — hits me.
Calm down. You smell like pickled peppers.
What does that even mean?