Darned darkness falling a'fore I 'spected it. M' instinct's not what it once were.
This ship be mighty strange indeed. As a' stare absent minded like at the pretty hull of the tub I feel a wierd sense of peace sweep o'er me.
I be slowly getting ma bearings again. I saw the sorry 'scuse fer a captain 'd gone got a stick stuck in 'is shoulder. I knocked 'im inter a deep sleep an' set it right fer 'im. He'll have a scar 'ter boast of that's fer sure but it shouldn't itch after the second winter from here.
Argh me hearty, I must rest. The dark brooding is washin' in tide times once more.