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Olaf Grumby

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  1. I greet all of thee even though some of you cast me into the sea. Better than tickling. The week spent in the Keys was an event of AMAZING memories and joyous encounters (everyone knows what theirs were!!).

    However you have forced me to research a new recipe for the elixir to clear up some of these errant memories of tickle spots on Olaf. I must remain impervious to those simple attacks. This year you may remeber these spots but I warn against the ramifications of a unleashed inner Olaf. Diosa can answer that question? Sleep well me crew elixir forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Bay Point Buccaneers be ralling the crew fer the PIP engagment any of me crew be welcome. How was the rally Grendle. Hope you did our intreped crew proud. We are about again after some teidious dealings with 'other world' but that season be over. We are off to swashbuckle again . Cheers to me crew.

  3. Aye, Aye! Animal such a task is what Olaf, with prodigious effort creates for thine surely crew . Tonight I have a hearty convinction to brew. Feel the surge o' the sea and rid thy self of woes fer mighty be the spirits an the crew stronger still. I feel yer hearts and stride the midnight hours amongst where my gran has gone. Live as we die fer tomorrow I fly. Spirits bid me welcome in this time as the boarders closely sail. You and me shall drink. Live on and praise what you have!

  4. I be thankin' the captain fer the shore leave as me family sent me gran on his last voyage. I thank all, fer yer support. Ye lifted me spirits through a tough voyage. The accountin of it be good. The entire clan made it home and were able to say good bye( ther be 21 of us all over the country). The old salt set sail amist the dreams of his two eldest daughters. A service fit fer admiralty was held and many were there to show their love. Thanks, to me crew again.... Olaf stands aready.

  5. (staggers up the gangway)

    Oh,..... Olaf be here. Tired and torn I return for respit amongst me brothers and sisters!

    (holds up a barrel o elixir, opens the spigot and downs a mighty gulp!)

    To you me hardys me worries fer you no more, now that the storms be quietin'. Just starting towards normality, when me grand sire be laid low by poor health. With the prospects not good, I drink wit me friends and stand wit me family. Cheers!

    (wanders aft in a moment of reflection)

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