well me lads the TIMe has come again to leave port, thought i don't reckon how long i'll be gone but i thhought all of ye scurvy dogs would ike to know where ye olde capn has gone off to. i'll be plunderin' the seven seas lookin' for buried treashure or a keg o' rum. fairwell me lads. have not a heavy heart for i shall return. shove off. anchor oot and set the sails.