I be on me way to that Emerald City M'self. Heard tales of the same stuff, thought it might be worth the trip and the pain, as its a heel 'o a confounded process I hears. No worries I be settin the helm for Belfast soons the days complete and be lookin fer yer colors. I'm with ya till the end, and the new beginins mate. No worries. We be wing mates for eternity. Dunno bout the donnin of an apron, but I can push a broom sometimes to help. Give Skye my regards and a tweekin of the cheek from Ol' Cid, and make me proud. See ya on the flip side I guess huh?
To the rest o' youse mangy muts that call yerself pirates, ya'll a mutinous and desertin bunch o curs. I'm not any more happy bout this than Sancho. We held out long as we could, but sorry bout yer luck, our 100 years been put in and served up many o' fine souls. Now we movin on to a real green pasture. Good luck if in ya's come back. But watch the six. The livin ain't fond o' the undead.
