Nah, matey, jest 'memberin me se-farin days of yore. Shiver me timbers, Davey Jones, hoist t mainsail, an three sheets to the wind. Now scarper off below decks all of youse, while me and me shoulder mate, Chico, sail this ere ship across the main and thro the night.......and, tigger, ol cabin girlie doncha be forgittin me grog and toast at seven bells.............an some prawns fer me salty mate ere on the shoulder.