The Pirate, sitting in the corner among his dogs, smiled to himself and whispered in admiration, " 'God damn it, I'm sick of it.' " That, thought the Pirate, was very fine.
Piratak, zakurren artean bazterrean eserita, bere gisa egin zuen irribarre, eta xuxurlatu zuen miresmenez. Nazka-nazka eginda nauka." Horiek bai, pentsatzu zuen Piratak, hitz bikainak.