Arrr mateys, ye be in luck! Yer ship was sunk by British pirate hunters, ye be all barely livin'. Now ye 'ave a choice t' serve a hundred years afore th' mast, get dubs 'n ye will join th' crew o' th' Flying Dutchman 'n ye will live 'n sail th' seven seas fer eternity. Get singles 'n ye will go t' Davy Jones' Locker, where ye will suffer fer an eternity.
