"You taught me language—and my profit on't is, I know how to curse."
The poets, as usual drape themselves across / the gravestones, mewing flirtatious threats towards / their intended.
The sea looks just like my Versace silk camisole, but apparently we're expecting a storm later on. We've been through a typhoon already, off Manila. I thought I'd be terrified, but actually it was quite exciting, and we couldn't feel it at all—the Ship's big enough to ride out even huge hurricanes.
