Naught be fouler than swabbin’ the decks only to be cut down by sea-wolves and cast headlong into Davy Jones’ Locker. But bless the black tide, ye rise again and again, and ye’ve a wicked set o’ fightin’ tricks with naught but yer trusty mop 🧹

Naught be fouler than swabbin’ the decks only to be cut down by sea-wolves and cast headlong into Davy Jones’ Locker. But bless the black tide, ye rise again and again, and ye’ve a wicked set o’ fightin’ tricks with naught but yer trusty mop 🧹