There be a mighty fine number of buckles to be swashed and undone!
Aargh, an' if the year ain't moved on apace for it be international talk like a pirate day once more! A trio of lusty wenches to feast yer scurvy eyes on, rot me and carve yeself with a marlinspike!
Swipe me, but a wench wi' a cutlass is as fine an invitation as ye need after a few weeks plunderin!
A handy place to store thee cannonballs, an else!