Shiver me timber matie. Wot be ’tis talk ’bout buil’in’ a realm laddie? If me nay bloody mistakin’ ye mig’t nee’ some poxy masons ferr that. I’d bet me f***in’ mot’er’ arse that ye cannot ‘andle such task ‘lone. If tae pay be good thou can count on me aid.

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Sounds interesting enough. You got my attention. What exactly are we talking about. Any ideas of what you want and looking for? 🙂

Aye. I once raped t’ose winds an’ roamed t’ese waters. Lon’ time ‘as passe’ since t’en. Me still won’er if th’ lads be still ’round some place cowerin’ from gloatin’ pig King George. Curse ‘im an’ rest o’ ‘is bastard Englan’, damn traitors tae any o’ us real men w’om foug’t thy wars. Aye! Me whiff ‘e trreasures from ol’ waters an’ will set me courrse back ‘ome. Terminus be me destination. Perr’aps we coul’ come to a mutual a’reement, savy? Har-har-har.