Day ta day our brotherhood has been trackn a few members of ye royal navy of England.  Be crews men of a pretty little ship, black an blue an yellow trims, wit twenty two guns and she must skim de waters nicely.  She must have not seen even one battle cause her haul is smooth like skin from a fine virgins arrhs. Our mouths be watering ta commandeer dis Kings floater, but we wait as they be loading her up with supplies. If caught we be, tis will be me last written words, but fortune be wit our brotherhood as we have seen more trying escapades.