Ahoy there me hearties

Well splice the old timbers and keep the cannon going, there we are on the high seas again sailing south to the Falkland Islands which we have bought from the French, and there they are again, brazen as a pair of hussies or like two sluts famous all over the cage aux follies of Paris - the SS Chestle O'Black and his screaming little bi-ritual frigates, the SS Douai Fritillation and the SS Dame Edna Everard la Burkette. Three right little brazen sluts that ever saw what little action they do, since they spend all day hiding in their berths and harbours down here near Antarctica. They can't get enough of it. They always run to it, the larsen ice shelf. A bit cold for us down there where they spend most of their days and nights - cold as hell - and there they performing for all and sundry like two slut-waggons of Paris. Anything for a quick fix in Paris. Oh yeah there is no slut like a parisien one. Napoleon himself I am told often sups at those liquid poterion banquets down there - the devil's water it ain't so sweet but those frenchies get used to it. Anyway two faggot carrying barges nowadays with a few token cannons on deck - for all to see, just in case we thought they were the usual troop ships from the French prison island Devil's Island, rather than an honourable anything from the Dardanelles in Turkey. Napoleon - straight to hell.