Ahoy!

Ye seen me colors, now ye best make sail.

Ahoy, mateys and lubbers! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day!

The best day o' the whole blasted year!

Now look lively, scurvy dogs, and get t'yer line or gun! The Spanish Main's sails are on the horizon! If we don't catch 'em by sundown, I'll split ye from scupper t' scupper and larboard t' starboard! I'll hand the man who spills a breath of wind from me sails, from the foretop t' the main!

Seize yer weapons, ye bloodthirsty savages!