Avast, All ye land lubbers, scurvy rats and bilge rats!
This day's for all ye privateers and sprogs to learn to speak like Old Davey Jone's himself. He's gone to his locker and so tell no tales. But all ye blue blistering barnacles say "Aye Aye Captain" and go fore now. Else ye be walking the plank on aft soon. That after ye face rope's end. Go starboard now or if ye wish, you'll feel the hempen halter.
Ye bilge rat.. Yo-ho-ho, shiver me timbers! What you staring at? Go fore now.