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Aye, need me say more lads?

i liked the idea of the pirates in PotC..

anyway this day is really special, i'm back

Ahoy all ye buccanneers! I say we celebrate by singin' 'till our throats be sore, keelhaulin' some landlubbers and most importantly, drinkin' grog 'till we be loaded to the gunwhales ... are ye with me, aye or nay?

E'erybody!

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink an’ the devil had done f’ the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozin’ ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawin’ hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rottin’ red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Lookin’ up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of 'em good and true'
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

lol, I had forgotten that was today...

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

I be likin' yer singin', matey! Where do'ya be gettin that song from?

I don't drink

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Originally posted by Madman_V3N0M:
I be likin' yer singin', matey! Where do'ya be gettin that song from?

'Tis an old pirates tune - all swashbucklers be familiar with it!

Me be findin' it, me hardy! Me also be findin dis off the starboard bow: http://www.tomsmithonline.com/freestuff/oddio/TLAPD-Streaming064.mp3

Aye, i mean Aye, me parrot concurs.
Aye, i don't drink Gar.

Aye, it seems thar's some intruder har, who doesn't like rum Aye, me parrot concurs

an' is not a pirate, my gash..

Be talkin' bout dead man's chest, where be old Jack? Who be ol' Jack, he be ye ol' landlubber com back from Davey Jones, ol' Grim, savvy?

Arrrrr! So we're supposed to talk like pirates today, eh mateys?

Scirvvvy!

We'rrrr pirates

Ahoy, goin' t' my tuba session and an orchestra now. See you landlubbers later.

Beter not talk piratish there

actually Justice is infiltrating us, he's no' a pirate he don't dring holy rum mu gash Aye, and only speaks pirat'sh unlike meeeermm..