Avast, lubbers! There be a wee pretty bivalve as lives along the California coast, about so long's the last joint of a woman's finger, and the shells are shades of pale yeller and rose and so forth. Pirate Bear would be obliged to any sailor who could remind her what the little critters be called, because it's fallen clean out of what passes for the captain's mind.
Double grog rations for the first to name her!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of suds It's a pirate's life we choose No we don't want a bucket of blood Just a cup is all we can use!