I'm terrible at pirate speak. I am sorry.
arg
"What t' forget did ye just forgetin' say about me, ye little scurvey dog? I’ll 'ave ye know I graduated top o' me class in t' Royal Navy, and I’ve been involved in a number o' secret raids on Spanish Galleons, and I've o'er 300 confirmed pillages. I be trained in gorilla warfare and I’m t' top musketeer in t' entire Nassau armada. You be nothin' t' me but just another target. I will keelhaul you t' forget out with precision t' likes o' which has ne'er been seen before on this Earth, mark me forgetin' words. Ye think ye can get away with sayin' that bilge t' me over t' Internet? Think again, landlubber. As we speak I be contactin' me secret network o' privateers across t' Carribbean and your SHIP be bein' tracked right now so ye better prepare for t' storm, scoundrel. T' storm that wipes out t' pathetic little thin' you call yer life. You’re forgetin' with Davy Jones' locker, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can send you t' the locker in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with me hook hand. Not only be I extensively trained in unarmed an' unpegged combat, but I have access t' t' entire arsenal o' t' Tortuga armory and I will use it t' its full extent t' wipe your scurvy hide off t' face o' t' seas, ye sorry seadog. If only ye could have known what unholy retribution ye li'l “clever” message in t' bottle was about t' brin' down upon ye, maybe ye would 'ave held ye forgetin' tongue. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye payin' t' price, you lily-liveredidiot. I'll feed thee to the sharks and yer doom be to hand. You’re forgetin' went t' the locker, blaggard."
"i am the captain now"
