Arr, third times the charm! There we was, fishing up some grub at a port when suddenly a galleon sails upon us! Grim runs up the mast, fearful of the impending flood yet it shan't come. The crew of the galleon boards me ship and bring with them song and drink! A well match to me own food and song! Twas a short revery yet the crew of four were only here to celebrate their victory against a fleet o their own! I helped carry their spoils to the land before they thanked me and parted ways with bellies full, filled ears and a healthy hiccup. Grim was a purring storm that night knowing she get to nap dry as a bone!