Gigi was in the same tavern trying to get the secrets of the next shipment of gold from the Governor's secretary, a foppish gentleman not too bright but enamoured with her charms when she heard Bilge Pump's remarks as well. This got her devious mind in thought on ways that she could get this gold as well fer once it were off the ship it were open to anyone to steal and not be harmed by the code.

Those fantasy's are just to help with yer "pantings", so get yer brush and hit the canvas. Ye not worry 'bout Oderlesseye, all that sun gives him a healthy glow as it shrivels his brain, fer when we sails the sea of Kellogs they will admire him fer his raison brain.

Hmmmmm, that be a hard one. It sounds like a French sailor falling off the end of a plank holdin' an anchor twixt his knees so's it sounds like "eeeeeeee mah be sillllleeee"

Ye likes those kitties and puppies but I think I not be gettin ye the pound to keep em in. And why would ye like a weather vane? Yer French be hard to understand, La Vin, Weather Vane. Sheesh.