Me aul’ deadlights were playing tricks with me. I’d raise me bow and take a look down ‘er but first one peeper then t’other would fix on the target. I was gettin’ a mite seasick. A fine new sight mounted on my setup made it obviouser that this had been at play all along. A rare epiphany, you might say. It shivered me coach’s timbers and we’d struck gold. Or I might yet, anyhow. My fine form warn’t paying off with tight clusters, but something to warm the cockles of me left cornea might put an x on the spot.
He says to me, I mightn’t want to wear a patch but… Mightn’t want to? Begad! It worked a charm AND it matches me treasure chest backpack finely! If only the aul’ bow n’ arrows would fit in there. I crafted it my own self, y’see, to do the City Chase in days past with me saucy mate, Rachel.
I fear it needs an embellishment before it’s right proper. The Blood Bowl gang – ah, we play a bloodthirsty football compewter game – is howlin’ it should feature a red eye scrawled in crayon. An angry ‘un, too. I fancy sparkles, m’self – mayhaps a glitter’d Jolly Roger. But I’m open to suggestions, so smartly, lubbers! Let’s hear how you’d be dec’rating it.
Fair winds and yo-ho-ho!