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Avast, ye swabs!
This here be Pirate Captain John an' I abhor each an' ever' last one o' ye. All o' ye be harpoon targetable, scurvy addled, feeble-minded, gout ridden, nay-life land lubbers who spend ever' second o' the'r tide spyin' at lily liver'd, imitation wenches' arse engravings. Ye be everythin' wretched in th' world t'day. Honestly, havin' any o' ye looted any spoils? I say, guessin' it might be merry, makin' jest o' swabbies on accoun' o' bein' marooned an' all, but ye all take t' a whole new sea level. This be worse than plunderin' yer own mudder.
Don't hornswaggle me. Jus' hit me wi' yer finest powder. I be pretty much tha spittin' image o' Jolly Roger, himself. I be captain o' me own swashbucklin' crew, an' I be th' fearsomest scourge ever to set sail o'er th' seven seas. What activities do ye entertain, other than batten'n down yer own hatches an' shiverin' yer own timbers t' scantly clad paintin's o' land lubbin' oriental wenches? I also loot hidden treasures, an' be havin' a bangin' hot lass (She jus' blew me down; booty was SO fortunate). Ye all be scallywags o' the lowest rank not ev'n fit fer sailing a life raft who ortin' ta jus' keelhaul yerselves. Thank ye fer th' parley.
Parchment Related: 'Tis me an' me floggin' wench
