Avast! me hearties!

[Lord Fyre]

Sea Dogs an' Wenches!

Lash down th' cannons an' pass th' Rum!

Septembree 19th be almost here! Be we ready fer th' very important Talk Like A Gentleman O’Fortune Holiday?

Spoiler:

Our Daimyo will be most pleased if we would instead mark December 5th on your clan calendar.

[Nevynxxx]

Avast! I'll be driving 400 miles, and chatterin' all't way.

[Patrick Curtin]

The cabin-lad's grown haggard
So in the pot he goes
And from his skin we'll make
A little drum
To beat as we fire human heads
From cannons at our foes
And set the seas ablaze
With burning rum.

[Lord Fyre]

Patrick Curtin wrote:

The cabin-lad's grown haggard

So in the pot he goes ...

Remind me nereto serve in yer crew!

[Patrick Curtin]

Lord Fyre wrote:

Remind me nereto serve in yer crew!

Aww c'mon that was a classical reference...

Arr! SPACE PIRATE MONKEYS FROM PLUTO!

[Salty Jack]

Time to scrape the barnacles off yer hulls, lads!

[Heathansson]

Yo ho ho anna bolla brass monkey!

[drunken_nomad]

Rope a Dope! The newest in new!

[Lord Fyre]

Shiver me timbers! It be here!

[Salty Jack]

Aye! 'Tis true.

This day be the day when all true pirate turn their thoughts to booty, else they be bound for Davey Jones' Locker.

May yer compass always point true me buckoes.

[Aberzombie]

Arrrggghhhh laddies. Whar be the wenches? Whar be the rum? Hoist the main sail. Shiver me timbers.

[Pygon]

It be a cold day in 'ell 'for ya see me talkin' like a flocka landlubbers wishin' ta be a one eyed cripple limpin' on a board.

I yam what I yam.

Harlot.

[Aberzombie]

Avast ye scury-sufferin seadogs!

[Heathansson]

Darr! Blast ye scairvy hoyde!

[Mairkurion {tm}]

Aye, this be the very day, gen'l'men o' forchoon!

May the winds bear'e fairly inta part, whare the wenches be coomly, and the rum like the waters of the seven seas!

Make lively! Make lively!