All ye Lily-livered landlubbers be Keelhaul to Davy Jones' Locker

Ye Sweet trade demands ye Go on the account

Booty be Thar or it be Fiddlers Green

There are a lot of long words in there, Miss; we're naught but humble pirates. What is it that you want?

Batten down the hatches n put everything away on de ship 

And tie everything down because ye be a storm is a brewing

And ye wont wanna miss dis call, 

So git your Bilge-sucking lazy butts a moving ye be no time for no lazy rats 

Ye will hang 'im from the yardarm

if ye dont get your butts in here i say

Ahoy Maties! Let's reduce the number of required comments to 20.

Avast ye Lilly Livered Landlubbers..

Heave to and Swab the decks and keep the scuppers clear or we be swimming on deck

Get to pumping out the bilge waters  or we be floundering in the deep blue. .

Captains! If anyone posts a Pirate poem that will win my heart, I will tell ye all whether Brethren Units count towards yer Prize Bank.

I have one, ye didn't say it had to be short or long,

so get your rum and sit down i have a tale to tell of Davey Jones

Respect .. a cautionary pirate tale

'Twas Christmas eve in the tavern

An' most o' the pirates were drunk

Some tellin' wild tales o' their battles

An' o' how many ships they had sunk

In truth tho' not all 'ad seen action

Their stories made up to impress

Each one more untrue than the last one

Told by liars who'd ne'er tasted success

Then one, an ol' Captain still sober

Whose eyes were as wild as the sea

Began slowly to speak in a whisper

"I'll tell ye a true tale" said he

The rowdy mob laughed as he started

"Hey ol' man yer wrinkled an' grey

Ye should be sittin' at home in yer slippers

Now shut it or we'll ruin yer day"

"I be the eyes o' the ocean" 'e said

"Me blood tastes o' salt fro' the spray

An' a chill in the air that shivers me spine

Tells me storm clouds be driftin' this way

Believe me this night lads I'll wager

The devil 'imself 'e will gloat

As 'e stirs up a tempest almighty

Leavin' but one single ship left afloat"

"Just as I thought mates, he's a madman"

Came the shout o' a buccaneer young

"Oi barman pray fetch me yer sharpest o' blades

Keep 'im still while I cut out 'is tongue"

"Leave him be!" cried the voice o' a stranger

"Fer 'tis Christmas an' a time fer goodwill"

Then 'e ushered away the ol' seadog

Denyin' the young bullies their thrill

"Play!" .. the innkeeper beckoned a minstrel

And 'is lullaby the tension did ease

Til the loud pitter patter o' hailstones

Could be heard on the strengthenin' breeze

Soon torrential rain rattled the windows

And a lightnin' bolt lit up the sky

Followed by a huge crack o' thunder

As a gale blew the door open wide

Revealin' a dark ship in the distance

As it's Captain began to perform

Controllin' the wind like an orchestra

He conducted the sea an' the storm

A huge wave was dispatched to the harbour

Crashin' way o'er the high jetty wall

In seconds it reached every vessel moored up

Engulfin', then sinkin' 'em all

"One ship still afloat" said the stranger

"The Flying Dutchman .. ye've heard of I'm sure

It's Captain's a taker o' souls fer revenge

An' was sat 'ere just minutes before

Yer should 'ave listened along to 'is story

Instead now ye fear for yer bones

If ye live, tho' ye'll 'ave a true story to tell

O' the Christmas ye met Davy Jones"

“It’s not the worst poem I’ve ever read.”That’s poet and professor Nick Twemlow’s verdict on Kobe Bryant’s “Dear Basketball,”  Blasphemy's "Respect" the poem she wrote to announce his retirement from the NBA. To impress Anne Bonnie.

The poet Jane Yeh was more cynical, telling the New York Times, “One thought I had initially, without even seeing it, is that it’ll be the most widely disseminated poem of the last decade or in recent history. No one reads poetry.” 

(The above is stolen from https://newrepublic.com/minutes/124921/its-not-worst-poem-ive-ever-read)

Stealing is very pirate-y and I thought stealing a review of a poem posted recently would be pirate-y enough to thank blasphemy for her efforts.

T'is be said me Pirate Friend,

That broken bones do mend.

But the Heart of Pirate, once broken,

That's a different tale to be spoken.

Once betrayed, her shattered heart will blacken,

Leaving her rage to summon the Kracken.

Sailin' the seas, her heart grown cold,

It's made her a bit evil, truth be told.

When one doesn't know, she once was lovely,

Conclusion be made she was always this ugly.

Just know it not be so true,

She was once as kind as the skies of blue.

Ahoy Captains! Stealing is really bad. It is bad when ye arrr a landlubber. We arr Pirates and our Code of Conduct has nothing to do with the Landlubber's laws. Savvy? Moreover, there is nothing wrong when another Captain plunders what ye've rightfully stolen!

Thank ye fer posting interesting quotes, phrases, poems and a nice review! As promised I will disclose a scurvy secret.

Brethren Units count towards yer Prize Bank.

Anne Bonnie said:

Ahoy Captains! Stealing is really bad. It is bad when ye arrr a landlubber. We arr Pirates and our Code of Conduct has nothing to do with the Landlubber's laws. Savvy? Moreover, there is nothing wrong when another Captain plunders what ye've rightfully stolen!

Thank ye fer posting interesting quotes, phrases, poems and a nice review! As promised I will disclose a scurvy secret.

Brethren Units count towards yer Prize Bank.

fully or half can we get more on this?

i believe the banking in brethrens are NOT the same,

                                                           Belated bits o' nonsense fer yer amusement...

One dark mornin' in the middle o' the night, two dead pirates began ta fight.

Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other.

Now if my lie yer believe not true,

Then ask the blindman. He saw it too !

Robert Louis Stevenson, author of the best pirate book ever, Treasure Island , once wrote this little ditty (amended).

As I was walking up the stair, I met a pirate who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish that pirate would go away.

And the classical  ...

The ship's boy stood on the burning deck, a string of sausages 'round his neck, a squashed tomatoe in his eye...