Boatswain:
And where would our royal highness wish us to sail?
Jack:
We're going to save the girl!
Boatswain:
His majesty can have this blasted tub as soon as we're safe ashore at Cornwall. As for me, I'll not sail in the wake of those accursed witches.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:32