Avast mateys! Mai nawt-sekkond mate, Scurvy Steve am daon wiff da pleh...soze ai godda taik ar son, Hairy Henry Barnacle, tu da Petdumb fur groomin. See yooz laydor ..arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
♪ Wif Cat-Like Tread
Upon our prey we steal
In silence dread
Our cautious way we feel
No sound at all
We never speak a word
A fly's foot-fall
Would be distinctly heard ♫
The low-down beesties set mii asea in dis puny life raft!!! I'll have their hides fur this!!!
Just az soon as Aye dwinkee ups da Rum ... *hic*![[drunk]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_drunk.gif)
izza berry sad fing ...![[waah]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_waah.gif)
There is still plankton punch left, would you like some?
*looks hopeful*
It just might be made with rum!
*gets three sheets tew da wind*
Captain Pawbosa prolly shudda bin forwarnd wen dis guy applyd fer teh furrst maytes jawb
Well blow me down. Sew tha's wot happen'd tew da larst Cap'n...Jack Sparrow.
Quick GM, tell yarr son tew bring tha chase gun.
Arrrrrrrf! ![[mad]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_mad.gif)
We'll blarst doze bilge-suckin' cats rite in tha corsairs
Hav a kair Iron Roger! Teh kitteh krew bee wel arrrrhmed!
an naow fer sumfin kompleetlee sillee
Blimey! Rrrrrite in teh cutl-asses.![[yikes]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_yikes.gif)
![[worried]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_worried.gif)
*covers hiz hearties*
aize a hayuge Tom Waits fan an dis am wun uv mai awl tyme faborites uv hiz sawngs...
Avast mateys! Mai nawt-sekkond mate, Scurvy Steve am daon wiff da pleh...soze ai godda taik ar son, Hairy Henry Barnacle, tu da Petdumb fur groomin. See yooz laydor
..arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Have fun plunderin' an' pillagin' th' Petdumb.![[obai]](http://yesterdazelolz.com/wp-content/uploads/Smilies/smiley_obai.gif)
We shall keep th' Jolly Roger flyin' 'til ye get back.
Feel bedder wishes fer Scurvy Steve! An dunt let Hairy Henry git frosh wiv doze groomin wenches!
Cap'n Pawbosa neber knew wot hit him.
♪ Wif Cat-Like Tread
Upon our prey we steal
In silence dread
Our cautious way we feel
No sound at all
We never speak a word
A fly's foot-fall
Would be distinctly heard ♫
Cood it b dat pirating iz a bit moar, um, refined den wii suspected?