belowdecks ye will find cabins an' all manner of conveniences, treats, an' toys to suit each an' all. we reckermends that if ye be not familiar-like wif the pirate life, ye be readin' a bit o' last year's sea log (here) t'become cognizant o' some o' th' whys an' wherefores an' whats that applies when at sea. all who'll sail aboard the cat will sign The Articles an' be sworn as crew.
i be captain meow fang ... an' i says we pauses here an' now to remember those good piratecats an' true what sailed wif us last year, an' who haf now sailed away ofur the rainbow bridge. aye, an' we lends a thought t'them what be too infirm o'body t'accompany us this day. we names 'em all in our hearts an' purrrays t'meet again wif 'em inna nacheral order o'things. we specially marks th'passin' o'brave Poppy Vic, what losted his long, tirin' battle wif th'evil crab. he be surely dancin' wif th'angels an' not davy jones--for he were a true gentlemanbean, an' no pirate--he were right fond o'cats. ::silence but for seabirds' cries and the sound of the waves::
::after an appropriate pause, voices rise again and many visitors go below to learn about life at sea. time passes. they return. meow fang announces the purpose at hand::
now let us begin our voyage! we sails this year to the far-off an' strange island o' maddygaskar! there we seeks not gold nor siller, but that rarest an' truest o'treasures, knowledge. i hears maddygaskar be a fair odd place, an' i would see it befur i goes t'davy jones. when hoomin beans furst come upon it, there were no cats to greet them! not large, not small, not in-between. no cats a-tall. nor woofies, neither.
those of ye what hath yer own craft, our ship's boats will see ye safe aboard them, an' then will all rondevoo in deep water out past yonder point.
these here beauties be me trusty crew:
|furst mate nitro the nasty;|
|mistress-at-paws, xing the slice;|
|an' gunner's mate, igmu clever-paws,|
who be our former cabinkit, lookout, an' signalman.
::again he gestures:: yon tree be fulla lemurs,
aye, they be a motley lookin' assortment, but they be our brethren for all that. ::aside:: (although i will be steerin' xing clear o'that plumpish one ... .)
::the captain strides towards the lodge, muttering:: MEYARRRRRR! these young kits ... grumblegrumblegrumble ... i hopes i has no occasion t'say "why be th'toona joos gone" when i gets t'th'ship ... this Noo Yawk place better not be takin' too long t'find for i haf a wish t'see me own darlin' sweetheart, miss midnight, in her unruffled summer frock ... mumblemumblemumble ... 'lect nitro cap'n next year, by neptune's hairy ...