now you have a pirate’s look - at times a pirate’s laugh as well, a high seas dry and salty cackle. perhaps i should get you a three cornered hat, an old grey parrot with a line in cynical aphorisms, baggy pants and a sword shaped like a young moon, so you can travel in a frigate of dreams to a land where the ground laughs when the gods tell good jokes.
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