Yarr, Cap’n we’ve a stowaway! an’ 'es not even talking like a pirate! Arrr! Make 'im walk the plank, oi says!
I be mighty glad that I be not washin’ the other crew’s cloze. I bet their drawers be crapt.
Wait Washerwoman Lisa-go-blind! Says I, I says, give’m a cherce, he can prove ‘isself plunderin’ fer a meager share an’ learns the talk if’n he’s the walk be havin’ else then 'e walks tha plank!
Over the gunn’ls and plunder’n we be!
Be’ind ye El Marko! A cut throat officar thar be! Lucky fer you twas on me port soid oye’s soid so’s spy 'im oi did! He’s a nice new decaration stickin out ‘is for’ead e does now! Would be kind enough t pluck it out and hand it ‘ere? ‘Tis me favorite lucky dagger it is an’ whot it bein’ so fortunate it be handy at times me thinks you’l bein’ in agreement. Whot says ye?
t’was lucky fer me ye had yer lucky dagger. Who am oi ta say no ta someone what just saved me loife? ‘specially when ya do be asking so noicely ‘n’ all, Pilot tunabreath. Oi don’t be knowin’ warr 'e’s got to now, but oi says if well he’s back do show ‘is face ‘round ‘ere again an’ if ‘e not be talkin’ piratey-like, we keel-haul ‘im! Oi don’t take kindly to folks bein’ on pirate ships an’ not talkin’ piratey-like, ya know.
Cap’n! look’s ta me loike the crew o’ the frigate be givin’ up! Oi likes it when sensible folk can admit they’ve been beat. Usually means fer less cleanin’ up after, eh? An’ blood’s so harrrd to be gettin’ outta me nice white shirts. Be it lootin’ toime now, Cap’n? I do so love to loot. T’is almost as much fun as pilagin’! 
Yarrr!
Board and loot, men.
Board and loot.
And bring me back a hat.
A hat Cap? Whot bein’ a Cap wontin a hat?
Ne’er mind, hat it be then! Should it have a feather? Be of cloth or metal? Wide brimmed or tall? Whot colour? Says ye these An’ I’ll kee me oye peelt.
Arr, fetch the cap’n a hat from that ship!
Yarr, cap’n sir ma’am, here be all the hats whot be worn and not worn on that thar escort. Hope ye finds one that suits yer fancy!
Ahrrr, should I fire the 1920’s style “Death Rays”, Capn?
I want me a fine hat o’ leather, tri-cornered, o’course, with none o’ tha’ fancy frilly trim. Just good, fine leather. When ye’ve found me tha’ and a share o’ the doubloons, ye may divide the rest among yerselves.
Cap? Found yer hat but thar be some washin’ t’ be done. There be grey matter, Washerwoman Lisa-go-blind tell me can ye get these stains out or must we be usin the tide? P’raps Cap’n may’t be wants a more dev’lish cast wi’ the stains?
Ye have use for a cook or serving wench? This is my last chance to run away from a dreadful arranged marriage. I don’t eat much and I can speak three languages. Pleeeze? covers hair and attempts vainly to look plain
As long as the tide is spring fresh and contains bleach.
Cap? I got’s me a problem. That lass whot I’s ben thinkin’ o steelin back t’ the ship be in love wit’ a foul beast an not one a party to the opposite persuasion if ye gets me drift. She be in “love” with a girl hippo. (warning to dialup connections, may take a while, very funny though, and stupid)
Ought I to slay the demon beast an’ teach ‘er the benifitin ways o’ bein’ a pirates wench or ferget ‘er?
Angel heart! We has no cook aboards this mighty craft whot be collin’ 'tself the Ted, Cap’n whot says ye? May’t be when Me fishin line gets tight she be makin better fare with whot I brings in than me.
1920’s style Death Rays? I’ll 1920’s style Death Rays ye, ye scurvy swab! Now load the 24 pounders!
Yarr! The Dread Aslan is wishing to be joining yer crew!
These paws may appear to not do much, but they load th’ cannons and fight with me trusted cutlass, Yarrmageddon!
I trust ye will allow me to board yer fine and noble ship?
Not bein a dog who’s got the times ner patients fer draggin a wench from ‘er love an’ showin’ ‘er the benefits o’ bein’ a propper pirates gal I left the black haired lass t’ find ‘er ‘ippo.
Kallessa? Would ye be mindin’ t’ have a spot o me rum when this next boat be plundered out? I promise I’ll be eatin not one but two limes first just t’ make sures the tuna flavor be more, er, “palatable”
‘Pears the Cap had be undertaken wi’ the brown bottle fever and our first mate where be he? Qua’er Master? Where ye ol be?
We’s be havin’ a curvey cook an’ a furry beast wit be lookin’ ta me more’n one eye and knivish fingernails whot be askin ta come aboard! Whot with losses in crew from our two plunderins I say yay. Say ye nay? ‘Memberin now we’ve only taken the prizes escort and with the galleon still in bein ta be had we’re needin strength an’ ol whot ta carry whotever lies in ‘er ‘old.
Cap! I takes it upon meself ta be makin’ fer t’other, she be not far away as galleons be a mighty ship and mightier slow. Course back to 110’ and…
Hands! Prepare ta grapple! Let’s see if we be able ta take this’n
whole!
Mr. Ellis sir! Try if’n ye may t’ leave a mast or two left fer us.
Cap? Whot do we with these hulls once done? Target practice and scuttle? No offense Mr. Ellis yer shootin be fine indeed! Burn? Salvage would only be fittin fer our use or t’ sanction some other loik moinded scurvey lot seein’s how these ships be somewhot individualish an’ ol. Whot bein’ Spannish Navals an such. May’t be we get hung bringin’ em back ta port.
Yar! A fine lad this young Will Turner, I mean Aslan of Narrrrr!!!nia is.
I seen 'im cut open a man’s chest and stop ‘is beatin’ heart wit 'is 'ands, I tell you.*
A right fine pirate.
What say ye, Cap’n Sir Ma’am BuckleBerryFerry?
*for fergitt’n ta say “please.” Right high on protocol and whot not
Bring 'em all aboard, men, and get ‘em to know the ways o’ the Ted.
An’ Pilot tunabreath, ye’ll be leavin’ other boat’s wenches be, ye 'ear?
tunabreath, ye be a fine pirate and I’m actually quite fond of tuna–ate it in a sandwich thru most of my schoolin’ days. Not too fond of rum though.
Oh, I know! Let’s plunder a French ship–then tunabreath can have rum and I’ll have champagne!
Then I’ll show you what I do with a drunken sailor.