I dragged me tired bones to the main deck, and heaved the chest on casters fro’. Aaarrgh! The mice be treatin’ the main deck like a poop deck, even to this day.
Serves me right for puttin’ off a voyage to the hardware quartermaster. Ten lashin’s at dawn!
We be still infested with the vermin, so as soon as my beauty, the Schedule, loughs sails in a moment of placidity, I shall drop the jolly boat and row for stores.
With a little nut butter, the tiny scalliwags will ne’er know what hit ‘em!
Bonus toe update:
I good and cracked me injured toe against a chest today, but the little feller gamely hangs on like a baby at its mama’s teat. Avast!