Lock Safe & Vouch

There be in me cabin a number of sundries, lads, aye, that would make for an exposition of hefty merit. I'll not to me list making, but me good eye spies little that seems worth me while to write of present. The seas be calm, aye, & the waves spread out endless o'er the vast blue sphere, lads. Our course be set & our sails sturdy & naught but wind & water 'tween here & there. Piracy can test a man's patience, 'twixt fighting & famine, spoil & solitude. When we loot, aye, there be a fire in me veins, but here, adrift 'pon the roiling sea, there be little but the music of man's nerves & sinews. Drat, laddies, & blasted be the silent cannon.