Ah, Madam T, me luv.. shipwrecked have I been.. marooned, abandoned, as it were, by th' dark forces o' th' EITC.. wit' nary a drop o' rum.. nothin' bu' a pair o' sea turtles, an' back 'air.. little time 'ave I ta coll me own, savvy? Nothin' bu' th' thot o' ya dear luv, kept me from goin' mad, it 'as.. few an' precious moments 'ave I ta briefly drop anchor 'ere 'fore set sail again I must, aye?

Off ta Sacramento, an' Kansas City, then Denver, Salt Lake, an' Orlando, then 'ome I shall point me sturdy ship on Sunday, ta drop anchor wit' th' sunset, a day, one only off, then East ta Boston, New York, Charlotte, Vegas, Los Angle-eze, thence, 'ome 'gain..

October is out fer us now, an' only th' las' 4 days be me own, so madly and furiously I shall build.. an' set me 'Prearl in th' fron' yard fer oll th' lil swab and swabettes ta marvel at, savvy?

Miss ya e'ery day I shall too, make no mistake! 'Fine wench ya arrrre, lass! Me first opportunity free set sail fer yer shores I shall, an' sail ta inta th sunset wit' ya, forsakin' oll else.. fer oll time, or 'least, til th' rum runs out, savvy? :/