Ah, li'l un! How be ye? I knew ye seen me, but faith, lass, few dare speak to a ghost. Trouble, ye ask? Well, the sea be full of it, right enough. Whisper a word into yon Cap'n's ear to steer Nor'east when ye see a rocky islet off t'starboard. They's a sea-serpent lurks near there that ye dinnae want to run into, to be sure. Now, I maun go.
Ye've sharp eyes lass. Use them well. We may meet again. But I don't always have a warning. I spent too long in Davey Jones' Locker. I like to stretch me bones once in a while. G'nite lass
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