Bein that I know not of this here holy-day, I have me doubts to its truth. But pass up a chance to parlay meself in the tongues of a salty dog, I shant. I awoke today with me boots still on, and the taste of rum and tart upon my breath. My mates and me had spent thee evenin with the dancin girls of Breathless, and conveyed to one of their abodes to continue the nights festivities.