SPEAKING IN HIS USUAL QUAINT and antiquated vulgar manner, Lung Jun Saliva, native resident of Darset’s quaint coves and sandy beaches and captain of the Dispaniola following a mutiny led by him, was engaged in interview with the eloquent young Jem Orkins, who seemed rather too well educated and over-qualified for the post of cabin boy aboard his ship.

“Oo arr, Jem lad,” he said introducing himself unnecessarily, since Orkins had already unwittingly aided him in his takeover of the Dispaniola and knew only too well who the old scheming pirate was.

“Oy be Lung Jun Saliva. Oy come from a lung line o’ west country kinfolk; an’ orl of ‘em be seafarin’ luds in their day. What say thee to that, me liddel ol’ sprog bobble?”