Yarr. Today we honor the memory of a dear old matey of ours. A true scurvy sea dog. Someone who was never far from our thoughts. As ye shuffle off yer mortal coil, as ye head towards the briny deep, as ye drift away to Davy Jones’ locker, as ye pass into the next world…ye shall be loved and missed. Remember to always carry yer bucket straight and true. We who keelhaul, we who shuffle the yardarm, we who hoist the mizzenmast…we will carry you in our hearts, always.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, nothing will ever satisfy his bucket lust. May god have mercy on his soul.