With the sound of a thousand horses, and a horn louder than the claps of the largest waves in the sea, the pieces to the puzzle were escorted into the port for that what would be the inaugural view.
The time had come, the planks of pallet wood had weathered the storm of pirates to become a creation. The handsome pirate, the pirate of considerable sway, and the sea-surfs huffed and puffed until the final erection!
There in front of their eyes floating on a knoll of grassy green, a ship, the ship, our ship!
Now in full bloom was the bulb that bulged off the flower, on the stem, of the seed that had been planted.
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