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The rigging is set, Captain. Brown rope, aye, secured tightly - aye, can be adjusted. Here, I'll stand on this chair and see how it's looking - aye, Captain, it's proper tight now, it will function just well enough, sir. Oh, Captain, the sea; I can see the stormy waves, black and turmoiled. Aye, Captain, all rigging set. All hands on deck, yessir. We can't very well set sail with a chair on the deck, Captain. Permission to kick it away?
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
The Sailor
The rigging is set, Captain. Brown rope, aye, secured tightly - aye, can be adjusted. Here, I'll stand on this chair and see how it's looking - aye, Captain, it's proper tight now, it will function just well enough, sir. Oh, Captain, the sea; I can see the stormy waves, black and turmoiled. Aye, Captain, all rigging set. All hands on deck, yessir. We can't very well set sail with a chair on the deck, Captain. Permission to kick it away?
I'm assuming the message in this one is fairly clear? Anyway, this isn't about me, for any of you concerned.
kastiel
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
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