Captain Redscarf: “How d’ye like me tattoo, salty wench?”
Island Princess: “It’s peeling.”
Captain Redscarf: “Aye. Me tattoo artist be a poxy drunken knave.”
Island Princess, politely: “Oh, be he?”
Finer Things attempted to read Robinson Crusoe this month, but failed, because it’s hard to spend three hundred pages with an utter douchebag. No one even wanted to dress like a castaway after that, so we dressed as pirates and an island princess and had an Adventure Island tea party instead. Photos here and here.