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Arr, the piratey-ness of this crew of sclawags do put wind in my sails on this damnably becalmed day. Alas, me hearties, I've had no cause today to speak like the scurvy dog me poor dear mother always did say I be. The only port on the charts is one unsociable to buccaneers and their ilk, and we must needs be acting like _gentlemen_ in these waters. Yarr, it suits me ill.
ETA: Har har, me eyes just fell upon the "Update Captain's Log" button and it did make me laugh; these landlubbers surrounding me do think I be crazy, I wager.
ETA: Har har, me eyes just fell upon the "Update Captain's Log" button and it did make me laugh; these landlubbers surrounding me do think I be crazy, I wager.
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I can totally understand why that would put you off it, though. Yuck. By the time I was racing, I had the bindings that you just press your toe in and it clicks and life is good. But my mom had a pair of skis with those three pointy things, which sounds like what you're talking about.
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