http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate.php
*Avast ye land-lubbers! Dirty Jack Rackham the Pirate be here to pillage your booties. Arrr! *
You’re the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean – not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
“Iron Sam Vane” Be I.
Dirty Tom Read
Although I’d prefer Wooden Third Leg!
Bartender: Hey fella! D’ya know you’ve got a steering wheel attached to your crotch?
Captain Tom Flint (moi): Arrrrrgh. It’s drivin’ me nuts.
I be Bloody Jack Cash
oops! sorry… I forgot somethin…
ARRRRRRR!!!
Dirty Ethel Kidd
Booooooooooooooo-ring!!
I be Mad Davy Kidd and I be described as follows:
Shiver me timbers! I be one contradictory old salt! Ya never kin tell whether I’s bein’ crazy or reliable. Arrr!
Mad Dog Kidd
ARRRR!!!
Bloody Morty Kidd I be. And ye best be savvy t’ th’ fact that I be th’ Bloodiest and Mortiest Kidd tha’ e’er sailed th’ seven seas.
Arrrrrr!
:dubious:
Note the Arrr is colored Arrrrrr… Arrrr is brown? 
I be Dread Pirate Flint. Arr!
I be Calico Roger Kidd!
And if you don’t like it, you be swabbin’ me deck! Arrr!
Iron Morgan Kidd: A pirate’s life isn’t easy; it takes a tough person. That’s okay with you, though, since you are that person. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
I don’t think that pirates who are steady and planning and fine and reliable are reall all that pirate-y. Maybe I’ll just go watch Muppet Treasure Island again.
Red Mary Kidd
*Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr! *
Dirty Bess Flint
I like it!
Mad Mary Bonney…Arrrrr, I love it, matey!
Well swallow me lucky charms! Black Sam Kidd is what the lads and lassies be callin’ me.
Avast, ye lubbers! Get yer bones up the starb’rd ratlines, an’ shake loose the tops’ls ! We can’t board 'er if we can’t catch ‘er. We’ll be jinglin’ gold coins afore sundown, 'r my name ain’t Mighty Daft Nott ! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Cause I am, you know…
mad…