Cor, yer Holinesses! I'm agrinned and aginned and agrained! Nuthin pleases me more than to serve your Eminences as the whip what keeps the men in a line in'a mornin. I'm ready to take the position, an' if it means kickin' Marines in their bunks at 2 bells, it's a life for me, your Providencinesses.
Rub me chin w' a cutlass, pick me teeth w' a dirk, rinse me teeth w' rum. It'll be a good deck I run, I swear, and swear I will and often, your Manlinesses.
Aye, where does a man get a real drink around here, and where's Roger?
Hawkins that useless cabin boy, his arse ain't worth a farthin' till he shows up for report.
Darn your eyes, and the last man to fall in goes over the side an' out wit' the tide till we have some of yer Worshipnesses discipline enforced 'round here.
All hands on deck! kneecaps don't count and vomit in the cat rails is punishable by running engine FOD removal detail!!