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Entry 1: Smudge
Sumbuddy’s gonna pay fer this one, chum, yer kin take that one to the Brit Bank. If yer kin get there, a’course, which I kint. There I wuz, sittin’ on the beach an’ sippin’ on the frosty bev’ridge of me choice when this ‘ere ‘opper feller contacts me about a pardon from the Queen. The next thing I know, WHACK, things go black and ‘ere I find meself, on the docks of Buccaneer’s Den agin.
On the bright side, I AM still ‘ere in the tropics by the sea, so ter speak. What’s that sound? Oh yeah. From the time we arrived, I can ‘ear this catchy music wafting out from the island. Catchy pirate tune. I could lissen to that music forever “ta-da-da-da-du-da-da-da.â€

Can't wait to read the rest. Nice touch having Longfellow's observations too