life of a british sailor, part 2

well at least i could still work at the docks, but its not as fun as going out to sea to get fish. plus all of these shallow fish taste bad, and the americans aren't the nicest people to us. my wife is forced along with many other women to dance for them, oh boy if i could do anything i would kill any american that gives my wife a dirty look. we had to chop alot of timber which seemed to be crucial to their work. so when we found out that they were making more ships from our labor, we went out and sabotaged the ships they were being sent to.(we chopped down the worst timber ever)