Alright, alright settle down in thee front row an stop spillin yer rum punch.
Whilst all this blatherin has been goin on thee judges ave been ard at work siftin through thee hinsult thread and here be thee result in reverse horder:
Third place: Cap'n Roy wiv thee splendid: Yer toenails left ye for another man!
He gets three months supply of Fish Head Stoo (courtesy of Bart Industries plug, plug).
Second Place: Black Bart wiv the sharp witted and yet scurvyfied: Ye looks very at ome on thee poop deck!
Bart gets two months supply o Fish...hang on a mo...
But thee winner an proud owner of thee 'Jim Lad' be: drum roll please...Cap'n Ravi Oli wiv the searin: Arrr ye looks an' sings loike a siren.... an air raid siren thart be!
Speach...we demands a speach.
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.