CAG, the men are in the cups; BB, C and D. I suggest we strafe em' wit'the carronades set for salt.
Damn their eyes and let loose the hoses for the spew.
XO, it's a shifty lot but the deck has the east wind upon it and we're a'watchin for Pirates, what may be amongst us.
Senior Lt Cmdr Nam what is pinned in his bunk by a big issue, or two, tot his Tallnesses, he's the favrit of the Ship it would seem, piss on it but toasts to his cundition.
Thud, ye bloody new man, the occifers need their cups and uppa run wit' ye. I've not a fartin for worth nor a penny for misery, a permotion in this scow aneeds to be earned, Hawkins ain't apparent and Roger ain't aboot, get used to the smell of vomit round the XO, remind the CAG that he ha'nt passed a flight test in a fortnite, tell that scurvy rot log of a SENIOR Lt Cmdr that his Purifiness remains to be proven, as he recooprates in the land of soft lassies,
Bondo the Prit