Arr! Fifteen stout men fer me crew, and a breath o' wind in me sails! Avast, ye scurvy dogs! Break out th' rum, or it's yer guts we'll be usin' to swab the decks! 'Tis I, Soloman Dunn, captain of the Crimson Sun! Surrender, else to Davey Jones' locker I'll send ye! Thar be gold and riches to be had, adventure, and many a fine, bonny lass. Mutiny! I'll have yer liver fer me breakfast, and a pint of hot blood in me cup! Fifteen paces past the coconut tree, and X marks the spot!
If ye be likin' pirates as much as me, and have had a proper schoolin', then get ye this here bit o' readin': Dancing with Jack Ketch.