Pirates of Acetaminophen (Part Four)

And so it went . . . for days and nights without end.

I’d rest when I could, and when I did, I dreamt of tryin’ to keep count o’ the numbers that kept comin’ against us.  In me dreams they were so many that I’d use a different quill to keep tally dependin’ on if it be day or night, and I’d fret o’r the idea of mixin’ up me day quill with me night quill. 

I think it’s startin’ to slow now, and soon we’ll be able to make our repairs and be on our way again, but I’ve thought that afore and been wrong.

I pray I’m not wrong this time.

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