cT: <-Ξ( Epitir, what’z going on?
aC: <|) Yarr, it seems me ship’s gone airborne!
aC: <|) These winds be too strong, me sails won’t hold on much longer!
cT: <-Ξ( Wait, did you juzt zay your whole fucking ZHIP iz in the ZKY?
aC: <|) Arr, I can’t hear ye! Let me find a place to anchor and I’ll get back to ye!
cT: <-Ξ( Thiz iz a text converzation.
aC: <|) Yarr, much better. Now, what did ye need, Arylot?
cT: <-Ξ( Well, you have a queztion from the audience watching!
aC: <|) Yo ho, is that so? Let me have a gander then...
aC: <|) Well, this be not so much a question than it is a compliment! I thank ye for thinkin’ me blouse be special enough to talk about.
aC: <|) Though the mustache be a farce. I don it every day just to feel a bit more captainly, ye see?
cT: <-Ξ( I thought it waz becauze you wanted lezz people to think you were a girl becauze you have titz.
aC: <|) Arr! No need to be crass, lass!
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