Me pirate matey J. Cutlass sent me a booty fitt'n fer Queens! Me kept a weather eye out as me fellow buccaneer had sent word to do, and lo and behold soon me had not one, but two parcels from me fellow daring maiden o'th sea!

As me tore in'o me first treasure ye knew me matey be true pirate and knew th' life o'a scallywag ain't lived wit'out rum. An' me best mateys can h've a drink too. If tha' wann'a 'nough me own gad'et wallet was en me second parcel. Wan'ed one o'me own fer awhi'e an' me pirate lass sen' me th' one with'n the dead walkin' to keep me o'mind o'the crewmen o' Davey Jones. Th' best booty this pirate wench could ask for!

On'y a true pirate be havin' 'nough treasure to share such booty. Ye be a kind an' generou's lass J. Cutlass. Be proud to call you a matey o'mine an' sail anywhere on th' high seas. Keep the wind a' yer back an' th' salt in ye hair and 'opefully ye be plundering some treasures fer ye'self soon!