Sigh.
My wife surprises me with an early Father's Day gift. She orders a Queen Anne Pistol kit from a distributor. Three weeks later, when it hasn't arrived, she calls them up. They don't carry the Queen Anne anymore. When were they planning on telling us? Who knows.
Drat. I was all excited.
Did you call me Cap'n? lol Nobody calls me that. Let it be William between us, and yes, I serve the cursed.
Otherwise I couldn't serve anyone here. We're all cursed. Take me for instance. I'm cursed with a devilish charm. I'm also cursed with an ego that swamps small boats. I'm cursed to clean up the place after closing.