I feel a mutiny; I'll post a lookout on the foremast to catch the scallywags. Smartly, there men! I may be a bit o' squiffy but I cans still harass ye backs with the rope's end. Keep it up and I'll make ye dance the hempen jig from the yardarm. Arrr! I'll do it, I will. Beware. Tis' the dogwatch coming on and just about another day and we'll see whose going to go on account.

Arrrr! (black spot)