Martin Greydog Blackwheel

I was merely exercising me rights of salvage, which by the way are internationally recognized on the high seas as it were, when these people on board the ship I was salvagin be takin umbrage of me exercisin me rights. They started yellin, “we stopped when we saw yer colors rise, or ye didn’t need to fire across our bow, or that belong to me dear sweet mother, give it back”…well boo hoo. Only brigands would interfere with somebody in a lawful and peaceful act such as I was conducting. An that be the Lord’s truth as it were. So, I ask ye, what was I suppose to be a doin with these har brigands on the high seas? Why ye toss ‘em over the side ya do. So, it's ker plunk in the water did they go. So then, I bring this har abandoned ship in, makin the waters safe fer navigation. Mind ye, a lot of work on me part to do this er task and it be done simply to benefit others in society. Nobody needs an abandonded ship runnin amuck up and down the coast, why it could endanger children that had ventured too far off shore. All I asked in return was to be allowed to be a sellin a few baubles that were found way back hidden in the hold. Nay, do I get to sell these er things or even a simple thank you? Oh, no, fer me simply exercising my dutiful rights as a good sailor they call me a pirate! The injustice of it all. -Greydog