The Great Pirate Insult Challenge

[Roland Deschain]

That be an hambiguous cat ye posted there. Be that Errol thee poirate, afeared on thee seven seas, or be that thee real PoN, 'alf asleep as usual?

[pieces o'nine]

That be Dom thee Danger Catte, witch ye wood know if ye were reedin thee boards insted ov hobsessin o'er yer strawberrie spinnich sprouts, ye green-hooked lubber.

[Roland Deschain]

That be Dom thee Danger Catte, witch ye wood know if ye were reedin thee boards insted ov hobsessin o'er yer strawberrie spinnich sprouts, ye green-hooked lubber.

Thee foine art o' hirony be lost on ye, wench.

[black bart]

Hirony? Ye lubber, ye should be locked in hironees an thrown in thee vertyewal bilge!

[Roland Deschain]

As long as it not be thee one wi' a certain cabin boy in. That one be full o' thee stench o' thee.

[Ravi Oli]

Arrrrr wen ye wert a yungster they called ye "Gorgonzola" an' ye thawt they ment the fire-breathin' Japanese movie monsta... RRAARRRRRRGGGHHhhhhh! [koff koff]

[black bart]

harrgh...yer muvver was a sea monstarrgh an yer fadder was a ...was a...anuvver eekwallee scaree sea monstaargh ...wiv bad breath!

[Ravi Oli]

Oh yarrrgggghhhh? Oi heared ye were in grate demarnd fer strippin' paint and barnacles offa hulls.

[Auntie Blackbeard]

Ye trayd yer rum tots to nefyoo fer his rashun ice cholit milk .

[skyweir]

Yer shyppe hez a rashun o' ice choklit milk. An' yer wenches be plastik.

[Ravi Oli]

Yarrrrr but 'er wenches dumped ye first.

Me ladd be livin' up yar ^ way in "thee fridge on thee ridge" an' foindin' it a bit cool fer 'is loikin's... sew 'e 'eads fer thee coast weekends.

[skyweir]

Arrh, they only dumped me 'caus ye deflated 'em.

Yer lad as sum braynes, preferrin' toastin on ye coast ter chillin on ye 'ill. Ah'd de the sem mesel, but sommon's goot ta keep plunderin.

[Roy Hunter]

Ye've got precious little plunderin' done on account of having so little 'down under'.

[Ravi Oli]

Arrggghhh ye wag Roy.... 'tis dowtful a Scottie Pyrate wert thee ferst ta say "a penny fer yer thawts." Ye hinvented thee kilt sowas not ta 'ave pockits.

[skyweir]

Thee tropik 'eat as turned ye daft, Ravi. Yer sweatin'- an' sweatin' the small stuffe, loike thee contents of ye kilte, an' Scottish thaught.