#18523 - “Oh my mistake, I beg your pardon, I sees now you’re queen Bowder Seer!” Bessie laughed, “So cover thee self up!” “She ant got nothing,” Deacon says, “Fladder Penhale says you to teach her everything as you do know. “He have done miss, he saved your neck he did, set I to thinking about fucking thee stead of stringing you up and the pretty penny them mariners would pay to sample thee, why maybe that frenchie madame herself on Plymouth hoe will pay us a finders fee when we rolls in with thee,” he chortled, “What you reckon lads shall we string her up or sample her!” Emily were shaking we fear now her thought they might string her up and she were almost relieved when Donnel shouted, “Lets see what we got yer first. “Get the wench inside,” Old Fladder said, “We might as well have a feed and that.