Arrrr

Listen carefully ye landlubbers I challenge yerr t' a 1on1 on high seas. If you fail t' win, I will take yerr life one way or t' other. If yerr despite all odds manage t' best me, I will cut o' one o' me fin'ers.

Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betray’d by the land we find,
When the brightest have gone before us,
And the dullest are most behind—
Stand, stand to your glasses, steady!
’T is all we have left to prize:
One cup to the dead already—
Hurrah for the next that dies!