Sounds good, Pilot tunabreath. Or rather, it doesn’t. Um…Arrr. I agree with ye, to the brig with 'em.
Unhand me, you vile varlet! I tell you, it was Shelly Winters that was singing! Or maybe Maureen McGovern snuck onboard.
I only sing about drunken sailors, I do!
Well now, Kkaalleessaa! “Drunken sailors” be an oxymoron, now isn’t it? On* this* ship anyhow…
Actually, it’s a bit redundant. Especially on this ship.
Yarr, through the storm we be!
Pilot tunabreath, how long to Port Royal?
My mateys, we rest at Port Royal, but until then we be workin’ like the undead! Have at it, me hearties!
Cap! Whot a glorious day it be! Whot say ye to strong cofee?
Our course still be 110 and I swears me good oye does spy brown skinned beautie son the horizon.
If’n there be a somewhot skilled dog ‘ere aboard whot can read a compass an a good eye in ‘is head moight he takin’ t’ the wheel for a bit? I be thinkin’ o’ fishin’. Sees here this water be right an’ afores I had hear abouts wahoo did catch. Toothsome and tastey they be. And sportsome t’ boot.
Aye, Pilot tunabreath, a-fishin’ ye may go, an’ anyone what’s got a mind to go with ye may. I’ll get us into Port Royal and we can all 'ave a bit of shore leave ‘n’ some much–needed rum.
Thank ye Cap! You’l be happy we do. Fire kist wahoo and whot e’er we may hap’n ‘pon wilst be good fare! Coconut milk an’ a bit o’ pineapple if’n we can find it makes it e’en better.
And Jamaican RUM! makes it best!
T’was quite the blow to ‘ave weathered from the topmast, Cap’n Sir, ma’am, but sure’n oi’ve survoived it anyway. Now that oi’ve cleaned up me crows nest (oi lost me cookies a time or two thar durin’ the worst o’ it), I’ll get back to lookin’ out.
Yarr, Cap’n! Two ships off the starboard bow! They looks ta be Spanish by thar colors. A galleon sittin’ low in the water an’ wallowin’ like the tub she be. Much booty to be had on a ship like that unless oi missed me guess (loot to, but oi be more in’erested in booty right now ;)) It looks as tho’ the reputation o’ the Ted preceeds us Cap’n! That thar galleon be 'aven 'erself an escort. I make out at least 40 guns ‘tween the tub an’ ‘er escort Cap’n Sir, ma’am! Most o’ 'em be on the escort, but the tub be 'av’n some for light defence as well.
It be yer call Cap’n, but oi’d say thar’s loot a’plenty ta be had from ‘em, tho’ I serpose it could be a trap. Them Spaniards is mighty crafty, they is.
Are we not fast, men? Are we not sharp with the guns? Could we not use more shiny things? Get 'em in range.
Settin’ course Cap! I make ‘em t’ be 17 points starboard, comin’ round t’ course 127. Be a fine day for blood t’ spill an’ spoils ta be taken!
Yarr! Time to load up the guns again!
Where’s me hearties, me fellow gunners?
I’m hopen’ we take th’ escort an’ plunder her. We can always use more guns. Lots o’ guns.
Yarr, heave to ye scallawags! Ready the guns and all that!
All hands not on the guns, prepare to board that escort! We be takin’ her out first, I reckon? Another ship for the glorious Cap’n Buckleberryferry, mateys!
Whar be that demon monkey??
MS ace22, that be fine wark ye be doin’. See if the men don’t jump at yer call.
Whar be the lookout? Be these ships makin’ use of slaves, or be they manned by hired hands?
Scuba_Ben, on my orders, take out the escort, then the galleon, and ye can take all the guns what will fit on the Ted without sinkin’ 'er.
Men, wait till the ships be disabled, then prepare to board and loot.
Gunners, whot be the delay? Be ye not men?? (And women, of course)
Whar be a gunner to reply with all manner o’ firing sound effects?
All right, me maties, up wi’ th’ thirty-eights, and give 'er the works!
(Ranging shots? We don’t need no steenkin’ ranging shots!)
In sequence, on the beat, FIRE!
With cat-like tread, BOOM upon our prey we steal SPLASH!
In silence dread, BOOM our cautious way we feel SPLASH!
No sound at all, BOOM we never speak a word SPLASH!
A fly’s footfall would BOOM distinctly heard! WHAM!
Reloading for deck strikes! Helm, if ya’ please, git us closer, and prepare for boarding.
Come friends, BOOM plough the seas, SPLASH!
Truce to naviga BOOM take another sta WHAM!
Let’s var, BOOM iracy WHAM!
With a little burgl BOOM ee. WHAM!
Arrgh! Ready the muskets! Board at yer lesiure, Cap’n!
Direct hit to the skurvy bastard’s mainmast, Cap’n! They ain’t goin’ no-whar now! Har! We’ve got ‘em roight whar we wants ‘em, Oi says! An’ that wallowin’ tub she were escortin’ ain’t goin’ far neither, tho’ she’s tryin’ ta run fast an’ hard. To bad fer them, their ship ain’t made for runnin’. Still, Cap’n may oi suggest a few shots ta slow 'em down? It may take a while ta hoist out the guns we wants ta keep from this here frigate.
Slow 'em down and prepare to board, men, but be merciful. Bloodshed to a minimum, but loot all ye want.
Comin’ 'long side we be, prepares ta grapple!
One thing ‘bout this diamond oye, it may be a bit on the sharp and cuttin’ soid but it don’t lead no salt wotter into me insoids an’ id don’t mold nore splinter! An’ me gets to try out me new fearsome look! I thinks a fashion trend I may set, ol the plunderers be puttin theiren out once they got a diamon whot’l fit!
If onlt ol’ Cap’n Teach be glimpsin a sight o’ it! Ol Eddie mayt be a might envious 'e may.
Since Fair Pirate Princess Kalessa says me breath be in need o’ some adjustment I calls the black haired lass whot jus went below! Yarrrr!
Hi = Haven’t read the whole thread so I hope this hasn’t mentioned before -
Here is a link to a Pirates (Not necessarily POTC) fan website. Trust me on this. You all will really enjoy this page:
http://pyracy.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=4&t=250