Avast, ye blackguards! Shiver ye buckles n' such.
I, Captain Bloodgut, do hereby command that all ye scurvy scallawags and daft landlovers either take a lovin' to the emulation of bucaneerical dialect or sully yer bloomers n' take a swim down to the dark and briney depths of Davey Jones' locker!
And if not that's cool too.