Har, me buckos.
Wench, more ale! Now listen 'ere mates. Just so happens thars an open bunk on me vessel, and I'm needin to fill it. Perhaps Tigger would like to bunk in. Got a bottle o' Morgan stowed, and the winds blowin' away from shore.
Never had much luck with the ladies meself. In fact, that barkeep over thar reminds me o' me second wife. Hear tell thars plenty more in the Caribbean this time o' year.
Arrrggh. Who am I kiddin'? Whars that ale?!
