Arrrgh, oi be a respecktabill pyrate wench wot allus loikes an hintelleckchual pyrate type, wot doan comment himmeadjetly on me wobbly blancmanges --(or ennyfing else habout me!)-- but hinsted spins hendless yarns habout isself. An 'is many hexploits. An 'ow much booty 'e's got burried on a tropickal aisle sumwares. An thee heckstenshun ov 'is solid-brass spyglass. An 'ow many Cap'ns Delight 'e can drink in wun seshun. An turn back 'is cuffs 'ter check thee toime' so's oi can see 'is roll-ecks. An thee lever-upholstirrred, Sir Round Sound cabbin ov 'is shippe wot 'e himported speshull from Jerminee. An 'ow many shots 'is foine ship's canon be werf overnoight, an such reefoined courtin tech neek. An iffen 'e nose all thee rubgy scores from thee last century, an can descroibe all thee critickal plays in grate detail, wot wench could resist, oi asks ye?
Arrrgh, hit brings a tear ter me oi jes finkin habout hit...
