YAARRRRR ye pattetick scum! Ye best be TALKIN' LOIK A POIRIT TADAY!!!

[Maija]

Iffin yeh knows wots good fer yez.

[Ninth Hispana]

ARRRR...yee be a fellow Seadog HAA HARRR ...let's have at these scurrvy land lubbers... and take their milk and cookies.

[Petersen]

[/prissy voice]and if I refuse?[/prissy]

[Maija]

[/prissy voice]and if I refuse?[/prissy]BLAST! Oi'll swab me decks wiv yer sorry limp carcass an' polish da brass wiv yer lilly whoit hoid! :evilangry

A wee chilly breeze stirs tha sails an' yer balls roll off yer brass monkey, do dey, ya pasty snivellin' sop?! Quitcher whinin' an' batten down dat tops'l! An' don' be whingin' ta me 'bout how ye's feared o' heights! GIT UP DERE!! Leas' op dere yer bleedin' whinin' gits stripped away in da gale so's Oi don' 'ave ta 'ear it!

An' if yer nowt comin' back down wiv more spine dan a slimy sea cucumber den do me a boon an' trow yerself straight out inna sea so's yeh kin 'ave a frilly tea party wiv da sharks who'd be ever so tickled ta 'ave yer company.

[Petersen]

Roit, that dere wois a test uv yer poirit'n skills Rutee.
Dis here powdrrrrd wig was’n a disgoise ta fool ye inta
beloivin This here scourge that stands before ye
was nofin but a stokk’n wear’n, limp legg’d, frilly collr’d,
priss-puss wif only deplo-macy as a weapon. I taint nevoir seen
deplo-macy cut through the fearsome leggs of the Krakken nor the
Hull of Adimiral Ironhide’s ship. I are as truefull of a poirit as ye'self,
or as trueful as a poirit can be.

Arrrrharharhar……

Now, cast off, drop sail an get in a good Poirit’n day!

[Poe Ghostal]

Arr! Aye! Oh!

(optometrist covers the other eye) "Now read the third row."

N! R! A! X! Y! [...]

[Donald]

Talk like Poirit... OK "I zink I new who ze murder izz" How's that?

[Stephane Garrelie]

http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j252/StephaneGarrelie/BANNERPIRATE.jpg

[Mike Cross]

The actual note attached to our door at my workplace:

Ya-Har
There be no scallywags allowed on deck when the door be closed

..and i work in an accounting office

[Celtic_Fiddler]

Ayee mateys, ye be a good bunch o'scurvy scalawags!!!!

Mme. Fifi LaFarge

[fitzroy]

AARRRRRRR! Matey.

[Kelly Tindall]

Yarrr, I be needin' ye to be swabbin' the poop deck.

Seriously, it's all, like, poopy. Needs swabbin'. All I'm saying.

Swashbuckle!

[Neil Hill]

Avast ya land lubbers!! OK, that's all you're getting out of me. :p

[6are54]

eeeeewww...accounting!

;)

oh yeah..huh...Ah-argh...puppet....hmm....?

[Sparky]

Aye, I just belayed holystonin' the kitchen floor and fixin' a fine pot o' lobscouse when I bring my ass to anchor only to find ye rum-gaggers, bagpipes and horse marines all in the wind! Skylarkers, all of ye, running twice round the scuttle butt and once round the longboat...

Sharpen up and turn to, mateys! There be kraken in these waters!

[6are54]

Love the avatar Sparks!

[Sparky]

Love the avatar Sparks!
It's me very own Jolly Roger! :)

[6are54]

yer yankin me chain lass! I thawt he was me very ooown farum captin! :eek:

[alz]

Arrgh.... Yer Public Service Statement of Da Day, ya Scury Sea Dawg!

http://loadingreadyrun.com/showmovie.php?x=480&y=360&url=talklikepirate.mov

[Myron L]

Twist me barnacles n' call me scurvy ! What a scarred n' twisted lot ye all be. If'n not fer a pint o' grog in me gnarled claw, I prolly wouldna be able to stomach ye...but this greedy old sea-dog raises his cup to ye...ARRRGGHHHH, me hearties !

[Maija]

It's me very own Jolly Roger! :)YAAAAARRRRHAaaarharharrrr!

Thar's nowt warm tha cockles an' other bivalves o' me heart loik a clever pun, specially involvin' homononicl- homnomonicl- fellers made o' mud.

Meanwhoil, Oi'm a poirit, an' oi didn' hark half wot ye war spoutin' on about thar, but Oi'd like a tipple o' wotever brew ye's sluicin' yer scuppers wid.

[Maija]

Roit, that dere wois a test uv yer poirit'n skills Rutee.Wall, ye shore did 'ave me fooled thar ye scallywag. Tha way ye pranced about an' fanned yer nose wid yer perfumey nose rag whilst ye said it really made it convincin'.

But yer treatise on dip-lomacy show ye's odderwise an' Oi's in fact intrigued by yer idears an' wishes ta subscribe t'yer newsledder.

[redoogie]

Best be mindin yer port side, fer ya get sent ta Davy Jones locker.

[Petersen]

I woke up today with an empty bottle of rum half covered in barnicles...

very odd.

[Jankenstein]

You, or the bottle? :p