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aaaarrr, matey, just put a stake in yer eye and be don wit it. Capt'n Jack did'n be taken nuttin' but a few years off his sorry life frettin' about his precious plunder. He be gettin' rich from this lil scam of his anyways.

aaaarrrrr me hearties, n'er let it be said that good ole Capt'n Jack don't have no heart. He done had his fun molestin' the pass 'n all, but after he be put'n his clothes back on, he be feelin' like he should add a little sumtin' to the pass. So sum of me finest booty done be put in that thar...

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A black spot upon ye, ye mutinous blowfish... Scupper that! We'll plunder yer booty, ye parrot-loving privateer... Ye'll meet the rope's end for that, me bucko! Ye be dumb'an a dead man's dick. 'taint ya be gettin' it by now?

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack, Drink up, me 'earties...

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Where do bad folks go when they die They don't go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry Don't see them again 'till the Fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon flew and lay howling on...

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Aye, so faarr be it from meself to be ignorin' yer quaint little traditions n' such. Capt'n Jack will be respectin' yer puts and yer takes and such like. So here's what we be doin' now then... and I 'taint proposin' nuttin'. I'm tellin'. Puts: - A wee bit o' rum - A shovel to be diggin' yer...

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aye, I bet b' now you be wantin' to get an inklin' 'o where we mightsd be headin' to. This might be helpin' those w'a head thicker'n me ship's woodin' nostrum.

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Aye maties, as ye mighta be surmisin' Capt'n Jack has more sinister plans in store! Capt'n Jack be more clever a soul than'r reveal his true intent like a prostitutin' young lass. Nay, under cover o' night, the treasure be spirited away to a secret n' special hide-away. Tha tangled web we...

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aye, ye best be a' quakin' in yer boots, matey! I be comin' for yer womin-folk next! yaaaaaaaar, pirate!!!