Tread, tread. Knead. Life, love. Nautica. The alien bio-machinery of port towns, the fishy sweat and erotic ripple of sea-men and sea-women. Ye-olde ales and barnacle bill and thousand year-old glares smoking thousand year-old rollies, anchor tatts faded and blotchy in the bitter canterbury salt-air
Tread, tread. Knead. Life, love. Nautica. The alien bio-machinery of port towns, the fishy sweat and erotic ripple of sea-men and sea-women. Ye-olde ales and barnacle bill and thousand year-old glares smoking thousand year-old rollies, anchor tatts faded and blotchy in the bitter canterbury salt-air
arr me hearties
sup up the seafood while yer in town for tomorrow we sail again – ship ahoy!
Dis site is strictly 4 we axemen othe bascket ju be worn.double egede 2all livin amigoes,papak be on guild
yep whatever you said