So 'ow be 'e? Us've missed ye n' yer cat o' nine summat fierce round tha decks 'n all. As ye can see, us 'aves sum new crew members wot be might be a tad green, but I be sure them'll pick up tha ropes in no time an' make fine replacements fer that bunch o scurvy sea dogs wot slipped o'er tha side ta go visitin' 'ouses of ill repute.
aaarrggh Cap't it be mighty fine ta be back an all!
Ere now Mistress Jenny be puttin ta crew ta rights fer ye agin wit me cat o nine tails. I bein gettin lots practice in ta prison where ta mice shared ta food wid me!
So all ye crotchety old blaggards, ye bein swillin ta rotgut ye call rum an no doin ta work ye should be doin! Tis ta wrath o me cat ye be feelin mighty sharp on ye backs, den tis pecky wot be eatin ta maggots off your back 3 days after! An if ye be givin trouble still then ye be walkin ta plank an swimmin wit ta sharks!
So ow be ta mighty fine Mrs Starkers then Cap't, ye bein behavin fer er i's likes ta be thinkin or she be bendin ye over ta table an given ye ta wooded spoon on ye tush no doubt!
An where be dat scurvy dog dat call imself an alien, ta one wit ta pointy ears? wots es name, Fuzzball somit, aaarggh fuzzylogic! wot tricks e bein up to whilst I was gone Cap't? No doubt ye be keepin im in line? aaargghh
ah now I be lookin fer ta food an a glass o good froggy wine, i be beggin ye pardon Capt but I be itchin fer a good drink!
