It’s me 5th day at sea, and stores are low. All I’ve got in the hold is Earl Grey and Jasmine, and a teabag o’ strawberry & rhubarb tisane. For me mornin’ brew, I choose the Earl Grey.
Tis gettin’ to the bottom o’ the tin, and the bits ‘r gettin’ smaller and smaller, and escapin’ from the basket. When I reach the bottom o’ the mug, it looks a bit like the bilge before pumpin’. If we had a gypsy wench on board, she could read me fortune.
I be enjoyin’ the brew, though. And bein’ Friday, the ship should be pullin’ inta port soon, and I can enjoy a little shore leave. Arrrr!
[It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day… Arrrr!]