aye, and who would o thought that a landlocked potter would captyre the heart of such a rogue as callenish, aye he be me mate and dear friend. and to the lass'es o this fyne pub, he be mine as long as he chooses and i'd aim me pistols and cultlass to keep the gunner. but i still share good humor with all and a pint of rum for thoise who favor, or whatever else yer posion be