While it’s still officially sanctioned:
Furl the mainsail ya scurvy dogs from hell’s scuppers !
Argh ! Argh, Argh !
The pox on ye, you worm-eaten tars !
Argh.
Man the pumps, ye bastards !
Hard a’port !
Argh?
Mr Hooper, attach the end of that line to the first keg !
Foreground my (sorry Barb).