Captain_Black_Bart

Arrr! I have a friend 40 leagues under!

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Thar ain't room here for two captains, newbie. Ye are demoted to deck-bitch. Now lick the salt from me boots.

SICK AND TWISTED, THE LOT O' YA!! MY KIND OF PEOPLE!

Now thar's a worthy subject for a Salt. Insertion? Extraction? Ain't no downside!

Tis true, me swarthy lass.

Your bilges be sloshin', Lubber! Not just the lime makin you wince

There once was came a seafarer to Ballard, Young was the Lad though he'd already been had Hit the docks with the waddle of a mallard. Discuss.

It's 1:09 AM, I'm stealin' yer loot and pleasurin' you're women while you

The Tempest; somewhere betwixt: "Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art!" and "If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And--how we know not--all clapp'd under hatches; Where but even now with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked; straightway, at liberty; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them And were brought moping hither."

Riggin' friggin' contest?

As we set sail out of Port three drunken mates short

Right ye be in that! A grog and a flog! 'Round the mast again!

Davy Jones Locker, I was in. But me pegleg holed out proper and the trinkets of past victims: wreathed in bubbles following wood leg to float, became mine

Who's the bitch now, bilge-licker?

Griz: Ruler of the white-flecked brown seas. Someone needs shore-time.

Some buggerlugger is cocked and ready to shoot.

Pirates pillows, they are.

It be bad without the propers at sea, not to mention the gout, jaundice, and general malaise. Bleach added to marginal water for survival in remote lands, Lads Ye can smell it on the yellowing skin, be bad tidings for the Mates.

I don't know whether to keel haul ye or draw and quarter yer swab arse! Yaaaaarrrrrr!!!!!

Yar, it's about time ye 'Lubbers had a decent forum. Now whar's them wenches with th' Grog?

...a good tig weld is a thing of beauty. To the masters. --Bart

Welcome to a life at sea, Lad.