Despite carrying a crutch, Long John Silver makes a formidable figure. He stares at you with a hard gaze. The parrot on his shoulder squawks as the pirate proclaims I’m cap'n here by 'lection. I'm cap'n here because I'm the best man by a long sea-mile. You won't fight, as gentlemen o' fortune should; then, by thunder, you'll obey, and you may lay to it!
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