ah, how right you are, pa ubu. ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [music] what a lovely breeze.e are traveling the highest, right? at the aost miraculouspe of, uh, give or take a bit, about a million knots, uh-huh. all hands leeward, close-haul the mizzen. what a stupid idea. don't all stand at one end of the ship. it's dangerous. supposing the wind chand about, we'd all go to the bottom and the fishes wouldats up. don't bear away. hug the wind, pulling by. there's only one solution. i'llake over cmand myself. ready about, about ship. let go of the anchor, go about in staves. homeward sail. haul down the sail. up with the mizzen mast. hoist the topgallant, full speed astern. splice the topgallant. my, what a dunking. aah, isn't navigation wonderful? what bliss it will be to see our sweet france again, and all our old friends and our castle of mondragon. mondragon, mais oui. and at this very moment, we are tacking by the island of elsinore. oh, my, what a bump. i got a x, spelike a bird on a white dark ve in the north s. wild and inhospitable ocean that wraps the shores of the la