In yer calendar, theys all do, mang. Thi'teen months, twen'y eight days.Marcena said:How many months have 28 days?
Never been out ta sea (an ain't goin' neither, thats much water just not right, mang) - but thats a big icey thing. I sees a pichure once.Marcena said:Lighter than what I am made of,
More of me is hidden than is seen,
I am the bane of the mariner,
A tooth within the sea.
Speak my name.
Fishies! Makes me all hungries, mang. Hey, when that Celeste lady gonna send me a pigeon? SmudgeMarcena said:Alive as you but without breath,
As cold in my life as in my death;
Never a thirst though I always drink,
Dressed in a mail but never a clink.
What be I?