Day 4.

I finally understand why I was Shanghai.

Murphy invited me to dinner in his cabin.

Well, invited his relative.

One of the crews stuck a poorly written note in my hand while I swabbed the deck.

It read, be in my cabin for dinner at six or else.

That sounded like Murphy.

No use for Illing in though, so I showed up at his door at the given time.

Come in, come in!

I haven't seen you since Kiss my arse.

Kiss my Arse.

Kiss my arse, kiss my arse, squawked his parrot.

That multi-old bird hasn't liked me since he had a close call with one of my cats.

It was the first time I had seen Murphy since we worked together on Kiss My Arse.

Over a fine meal of salted pork, roasted potatoes with onions and apple pie, we talked to the good times we had compiling Pogue Mahone means kiss my arse.

And we did have some good times, being a pirate didn't take away his sense of fun.

After several tankards of rum, he told me he had heard I was allowing people to pirate my music,

and he was all in favor

of that he didn't seem to understand the difference when I told him I was giving away my music

anyway he said we were more alike than I believed since we had such a good collaboration

on pog Mahon means kiss my ar, he decided I was the only person who

would be able to help him with his next project. He wanted to make another album. He asked me to

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