Yarrrrr matey, welcome to the good ship Goodwill! Ahoy, scurvy scalawag, are ye searchin' for treasure? Look ho! Thar be a pair o' sea-farin' booties! And thar! A net to catch ye a sea beastie, and a loverly pair o' knickers for your ill-temper'd wench! And if ye be hornswoggled or mutinied, the good ship will get ye back on ye landlubbin' feet. Shiver me timbers!
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