Being an old salt of the seven seas, long afore i came alongside this here forum like, I h'aint had a chanct to talk my own lingo with ye all afore and may hap narry again for anon year, so this be it. Narry a fine gentleman of leisure, such as your fine selves shall take me unaware on the high seas, come along side on the weather gage or take the wind from me sails aforest I send you a broadside or three to cut yr chains and cast you adrift.
Nor any of ye scurvy dogs steal abord and maroon me wit out me treasure, ah i ken the ways of such as yous, theiving, backstabbing, no good mangy scurvy dogs the lot of yes, and a pox on yr scarmy heads be it. None of the King's ships nor fine captns could lay me alongside afore nor will they agin, by Thunder. By all of the treasure in Davy Bones' locker, i shall sail afore ye, and shall take and plunder all yer fine ships aforst ye ken a wee bit o' it.
An I ketch any of yer scruvy dogs amongs me goods, look to yr weather gage, and hoist yr blades, narry a onst of ye will ship wi me aforst ye pay the doxy an makes yer marks on me rolls, or ship ashore. Fair warning to ye all, when me lads hoist sail and anchors aweigh, look to yr guns an' make way fer the prettiest and the fast keel in the fleet by gar!
An Aye, hoist one fine one of Grog fer Goober, a fine fine fettle of a captn he be,
and yar to yees all fer anon year!
