Arr!

Avast, me hearties! Got meself a peg under th' knee, at last!
Blow me down! Yo ho ho, 'ass rye!
Me an' these here scurvy rats saw t' beastie o'th' great blue, aye.
Blimey, she blows! That pungent, wart-driven cockroach.
How'd she like t' battle me trusty old kraken some time?
Me'n'th' crew could've dropped anchor through her heart t' feed th' fish!
Shiver me timbers, she was one massive bilge-suckin' creature! Took me leg fer dinner!
Aarrrrr
Now me have t' walk round on th' left.
Yo ho ho fer th' new peg, a rotten bilge rat fer th' wrong loss!
Ye scurvy lubber mightn't know, but
Me crew 's th' best generation o' buccaneer.
Just yesterday, me sent twenty pompous lads t' Davy Jone's Locker an'
Lookit this ship here, me proud beauty!
Some Man-O-War this is.
Me walked th' plank hundred times,
Swam th' seven great blues thousand times,
Fought under th' flappin' Jolly Roger million times,
Brought down th' Cap'n o' a ship countless times,
But me ain't gettin' a heaven life!
Arrr
What use ar' bumboo an' grog an' salmagundi an' a heavy duffle,
When me old Polly can't be found?