Character: Christopher Bonifatevich Vrungel

- Maybe a tot of rum?
No, I'm too weak.
- Then... then the lingonberry jam!

It seems we not understand here!

The three of us, but we vests!

- Christopher Bonifatevich! Trouble!
- It does not matter. It's not so bad!

This is quite another matter! Here, it is work! Well Done Fuchs!

- Fuchs, what the hell you are man?!
- I'm not a sailor...
- But wait, Scrap assured me that you are capable and able to understand the cards.
- Oh! That's plenty! Card is my bread. Not only the sea, and playing cards.

- Where is food?
- Jack of diamonds.
- Where's the rope?
- Nine. Enough Fuks to catch crows.
I don't know whose bribe?
- Pull the Queen of spades, the King to right.
Is a flash, I was used to. It instantly I used to. I play!
Bravo!

- Fuchs, you ignorant, terrible,
At least you can sit.
Stop. Idea. Lay
To tackle all the cards.
- Not a game, and wonders.
- Act.
- I'm sorry. I forgot where the sails,
I forgot where the sails.
- Queen of clubs are looking.

- Fuchs, you ignorant, terrible,
At least you can sit.
Stop. Idea. Lay
To tackle all the cards.
- Not a game, and wonders.
- Act.
- I'm sorry. I forgot where the sails,
I forgot where the sails.
- Queen of clubs are looking.

Thus, Scrap!

Name Hercules
And command forward
And she ice-axe
The ice at the North pole strikes.
A Trough call
Will not go away from troubles
This boat and in the swamp
Swallowed water.

From ditties, the right word
Fun at heart. You don't like?
Well, you, I laugh like crazy one some...
Sailors dance to familiar
Fore and aft,
Still want to hear
Rapid aplogise...
Happy huge
We came here
Let us go hence -
We will be very thanks...

Tara-bars-ratabari,
No stake and no yard,
We ukulele
Turned in Balala,...
Remember how at the festival
We in the old days
With Fuchs prize won.
Something not pripomina...

Fuchs, let's sing along
But Hey, don't rashly.
And about what to sing then?
Well I don't know the final...
I old my friend
You ditties sing,
I'll start, and it will pick up,
Oh, I about and I about this.