this be long john, ole warren's 87 gl.  i'm a whisperin' cause that lubber warren is sleepin' not too far from here.  him and that infernal bill bones is a headin' to new mexico at first gray, leavin' ole long john here without a distributor.  damn their eyes.  what am i supposed to do while they're out keelhauling one another between here and that little girly town called santa fe.  oh yes, they'll be drinkin plenty o' rum and ole warren'll be chasin' the skirt to be sure.  that confounded son of a dutchman has pulled my parts and now leaves me here on a lee shore.  i'll get him, oh yes, i'll have my day.

just a question.  what is this here entry-net anyways?  seems like a lot o' magic to me, and i'll lay a shilling against a two pence that ole beezlebub's at the bottom of it.

long john silver
what some calls a gl