Well slayed! Or do I mean slain? I shall need to know these things if I'm to be officer! I've got the powder and ball loaded and primed! Now for the slow match─hark, a dispatch!
“Stand down forthwith”? Not again! But surely these adamantoises are a clear and present─
...Hedgemoles? You're certain? Well, but, that's like an adamantoise except, ah, weak and not at all dangerous...
Why, oh why? Perhaps I have been cursed by some enemy? Not very likely for a mere storm private, second class or no. Now the commander will dock my pay and leave my whistle dry as dust.
Well, my good man, it is called Aleport. I've spent a deal of time admiring the undersides of many a tavern table, I can tell you that!
What? It could be that my humours are out of balance from a surfeit of ale? And thus─I see it now─there is excess blood, which has overfed my martial zeal!
Forename, your learned ways have shown me the light! Much thanks─I go now to receive a leeching!