AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH me' mates; I've been chain'd t'the taft rail, lashed to the Rudd'r, keel hauled , transomed, pintled and gudgeoned!!! XO he's a bit of a pudknocker.
M'Lass is in a lov'n mood, whot we crawled out'a the Rum locker like a pair o'scurvy rats, tumbled inta the bunk and R now watchin' that great film o' manliness; "Somethings Gotta Give" werein the once great Pirate Nicholson hands his musketballs on a plate to a Virago, a Haridan, a wench, a rounded heel denizen O' the Port, an Atropos, a clipper o" things import'nt.
Love is in the air an' it ain't in Penzanze!!
Hawkins- up ta' tha f'ocsle- we 'a you sleepin' w' the Occifers cause they all are a lily lot, but the men needs to teach you the way to keep y'self alive up in the tops! Knife in the teeth, m'lad.
Time to clean the Dolphin Striker m'boy. And a chug o' Ginger Beer i'fn you succeed.
Rum for all, rations for a few, hoist one to Roger, and remember; beware the Black Spot!!
The XO has the secret key, the cask is birked, its a Friday night and I'm to you navvies,