[desc]Arrr, as Crewman Thatbloke says, 'tis awful quiet out there an' I can't say I be likin' that one bit. Seems to me as though our choices be growin' short, though. Whilst I can see Seaman Huung's sense in 'is proposal, I'm wonderin' whether it'd be better fer the true amongst us t'get ourselves together and send another off the plank. Fer sure as day, there'll be another murder by these mutinous dogs as we sleep this night and if we don't git them first then there'll be none of us left before long!
But which of yer are the true sailors of the Leaky Swordfish and how can we be tellin' you from the scoundrels? Each of us would be proclaimin' that we're the true ones but o'course the dastards would say the same.
At least we can say this. Right now, there's more of us than there is of them. Yer chances of votin' the right one off is one in three, assumin' we sent the wrong man off the plank yesterday, or one in six if we were right. That's good odds fer choosin' a Cap'n and not so good odds for findin' one o'these bastards.
Thing is, this could all be over on the morrow. Vote wrong today and they'll 'ave as many as us and I can see the blades comin' out even now...
Vote right today an', on the assumption we got the right man yesterday, it's all over.
The odds ain't great, I'll be the first t'admit it, but if yer vote me up for Cap'n then sure as mornin' will come it'll be me 'anging up in the riggin' and I'll not 'ave 'ad chance to put me theories to the test.
So, I ask of yer, don't vote for a new Cap'n right now. Vote as yer 'eart tells ye or as yer mind leads ye and let us see if we can send the last of these dogs into the sea where they belong!
To that, I add me voice to that o' fellow shipmate thatbloke. It's the plank fer ye, Zooggy![/desc]
I vote Zooggy for the plank.