Arrr, after a year and three moons o' battle, them Gazans be wishin' to sail back to their cozy nests!
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Arrr, they be daydreamin’ o’ the hearty hugs they'd bestow upon their landlubber mates once the truce be struck! They pondered the graves they’d plunder, and the homes they'd patch up with more planks than a shipwreck! Aye, a merry sight it be!
Arrr, me hearties! In the midst of our rum-soaked revelry, we be dreamin’ of the fine folk we'd be squeezin' once the truce be settlin’ upon us like a soft breeze on the high seas. Aye, we be longin’ fer the warm embraces of our dear mates, as if they be the finest treasure buried deep in Davy Jones’ locker!With a wink and a nod, our minds be wanderin’ to the graves of our fallen brethren, the scallywags who dared to sail into the abyss too soon. We’d be payin’ our respects, plantin’ a flag for each one, a true display of pirate honor, fer they be keepin’ our spirits high and our sails full o’ wind.
And lo, we be also ponderin’ on the homes we’d be rebuildin’, patchin’ up those ol’ shanties like they be the finest ships. Each plank hammered in with a hearty laugh and plenty o’ grog, fer there be no better way to celebrate than with a raucous feast in a newly minted home! So raise yer tankards, me hearties, fer the day of hugs and rebuilding be on the horizon, and we’ll set sail fer joy, like a pirate crew on a mission fer the biggest booty of all—friendship and warmth!