“Mind me size, a nasty sort o’ fellow I am, but love my Marta I did. Never fear my scraggly salt-and-pepper beard, or my withered, wrinkled, and devilish face. Me calloused hands, rough as sandpaper, match me grim countenance. Ye’ll always know me seriousness.
Love my Marta, me catch at sea, I will. ALWAYS!”
