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Anyanka suppressed a sigh as she once again tried to find a position resembling comfortable on the rickety bar stool. Honestly, no one appreciated how much she really put into her calling. All they saw was the glory, the gore. They never understood that for every evisceration by emu and exploding erection, there were dozens - no, hundreds
- of small-minded, repetitious, and just plain BORING wishes.I wish he's just die!
I wish she'd leave him so he knew how it felt!
I wish it'd shrivel up and fall off!
I wish he'd get (insert venereal disease here)!
Take tonight's scorned woman for example. Anne-Marie, or something like that. You would think that, as a pirate, she'd know something about causing pain. Was it really too much to ask for a little creativity? But no. After two hours of ranting about some man named Sparrow and a boat, she finally said the words, "I wish, someday soon, that someone would take what he cares about while he's sleeping! Then he'd know-"
"That's IT?! That's all you can come up with? That's not even worth the time I've spent listening to you! If you're not going to put in any effort at all, I'm not either! GRANTED!"
Captain Jack Sparrow stared at the obviously insane woman. "But why's the rum gone?"