freedom costs money

The max has discovered some kind of portal to a strange land...

The sea is so blue...

Arr, it be National Talk Like A Pirate Day today, me hearties.

So let's heave to, drop anchor, lash the bosun to the wheel, furl the mainsail and jib the mizzen, swab the poop, drop anchor, turn her into the wind, drop anchor, batten down the hatches, jettison the cabin-boy, recover the cabin boy, unbatten the hatches, raise anchor, raise anchor, raise anchor, go below, batten down the hatches, pour us a tot of rum, pick the weevils from the ship's biscuit, dance a hornpipe, sing a shanty about fifteen men on a dead man's chest and maroon the man that did that awful thing to the ship's goat.

There's no excuse, no matter how long you've been at sea.