Rank and File, men. Rank and File.
Piss in a bucket, drink to the occifers, I'm Rummed and hurt and drunk and pizzled.
XO damn his eyes be ashore, CAG ain't alive not I can tell!!!
LtCmr Nam therebe at the helm, but I've got his balls in my sights o' ole Festus me 10 gage!!
We're thirsty fer Rum, what the gold braided ones are a'holdin out on us. There's boys afore the mast, and drunks in the keelson, and it's time to light up the ship wit' a Rum Jig.
Cap'n Roys a treat but 'eas convertin the Christians.
Nam; blas yer as fer not bein here when we neded a tot an yuus go' the key an' wer' thirsy' an'its' a Rum thin' an ' dead' men' dont tellno tales an******on ye an block Island sucks anyways cause im 15 generations ou' a' nantucket' and my fart is in'nor sail an...
Snor!!!