Shiver me timbers, freeboter!! 'll grab a wench an' a hogshead of grog, and 'll drink meself into Davy's grip!! aaaaarrhhh!!! Bu not into his lockers, ya hear me! Or else ye can call me a son of a biscuit eater! Harr! Harr!!
Good eye, mate! Me thinks me oughtta scoot on down to dare local pub round me corner an' hash one down me pipes for good ole time sake. Besides, me mate, dem dare dames at de pub is in bikini's for lunch right 'bout na. Arrrrrrrr.
