Yar! I'd take the lot of them and keel-haul them all! Except for that dog they call a shrub... I'd keelhaul him, drag him out, give him a few tastes of me cat-o-nine tails, make him walk the plank, and laugh heartily as the sharks feasted on his flailing carcass.

Yar. Methinks me needs to take me happy pills... I be thinking way too many violent thoughts today, even fer a pirate like me...

Yer sistar be looking like a fine a wench as ever... oh, ta be a few years youngaar, ta not be with a pirate lass o' me own, and ta have no scruples. I'd shanghai her far me own, and leave her boy stranded on a desaart island.

YAAARRR!