Landlubbers tend to loose there litter but the mates beleive in keeping it Green, and the sea the blue of a mermaids eyes, so come hoist the sails and make a clean sweep of it, seafarers grab not nessesary but in the spirit of things, we may splice the mainbrace across the river at old benbows place the red barn as it be called, so come one come all and lend a flipper for mother earth as she be the only one we have. Layto with ye gloved hand and the ditty sacks we have.
Looking forward to the treasure o the coast which be the friendship of brothers of the code.....Cache in Trash Out