Aye, 'tis talk like a pirate day, avast yerr scurvy landlubber talk. By the powers I be speakin like ye buccaneer for ye rest o' day. Ye Servin wench in Tesco did look me strange, whenst handed over me Pieces o' eight and bid her a good wind and a calm sea, ye squiffy lass!
A squadron o sprogs were a lingerin by me car, No nay ne'er be doin tha again! Swashbuckled them down to Davy Jones' Locker, Yarr! A wee grog be'ore ye retire to me hammock.
Yo-ho-ho!
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