[firmslowhand]

Aye, Jules, yer shiverin' me timber, and got me jib and spanker all in the wind. I bet ya' even smellz good, too. Arrghh.

I had the First Mate lash me to the fo'c'sle to save me from yer sizzling siren song. It's tough I tell ya', 'cause I feel the sea a-swellin' at the very sight of yer tender cascabels.

Just lookin' at yer pix made a manly plank from me pocket fid. (Bless ya', but ya didn't hear ME say that!)

Still, yer welcome to bunk in me cuddy cabin on any rum run. Yer pick o' the bunks, Mate, top or bottom.

Now, come over here and bite Cap'n Firm on the nose before his trusty parrot beats ya to it. (Said peering from beneath his eyepatch to get a REALLY good ogle at yer fittins'!)

Arrrggghhh.