Dawn breaks on a new day.
Harkris comes stumbling down the docks, bottle in hand, slurring and singing a sailor’s song.
“When I was jush a lad looking fer mer true vocationnnnn.
Mah father said “Now sun, this choice desherves deliberationnnnn.
Though you could be a doctor or perhapsh a financierrr
My boy why not considerrrrr a more challenging career.
Hey ho ho! You’ll cruise to foreign shores!
And you’ll keep yer mind and body sound.
By working out them doors!
True friendship and adventurers are what we can’t livse withouts!
And when yera a professhional pirate!
That’s what the job’s about…”