Hoist the jolly roger!
You'll walk the plank for that.
Haul in the mainsail.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
A sail, off to starboard, captain!
Not in my cabin you don't.
I like the cut of your jib.
Prime your pistols--get ready for action.
It's work for cutlasses now lads!
Let's board that ship and take what's theirs for ours!
No there's a prize worth chasing!
Run out the cannons!
All hands aloft!
Signal them to surrender!
Ah, the life of a buccaneer!
Shiver my timbers, matey!
Do what I say or I'll feed ye to the sharks!
I give the orders on this deck, me bucko!
There's booty enough for all I this chest!
Beware of the reefs, helmsman!
It's my turn at the wheel, lads.
Drop anchor lads--we're home.
There's treasure ahead--look sharp!
If it's a fight you're wantin', we'll oblige!
Hoist the colors, men!
Stand ready to fire. Fire!
A pirate has no home--he's at home anywhere he anchors.
A prize worth having is worth a little risk.
Take in sail men--there's foul weather ahead!