The Great Pirate Insult Challenge

[Mad Willyum Bonney]

Argh! A winch thee loikes o ye be butter soivin in thee galley then at, thee helm!Ye lanlubrin poncy jibberin uppiddy skirt!

[pieces o'nine]

Arrrgh, 'ave yer peeps let my peeps know wen ye 'as a hinsult werf lissenin to.

[Ravi Oli]

BINGO! Arrrrrr yer ^ peeps jest lost yet anotha round o'wank word bingo.

[black bart]

BINGO! Arrrrrr yer ^ peeps jest lost yet anotha round o'wank word bingo.

Aside from thee hinsult thread matey...I actually used that in an office ( I means weekly shyppe's croo) meeting some years ago, it was hilarious. I had to add the term "Read my lips" which was a favourite of our boss at thee time.

By thee way yer parrot speaks loik a North Walian.

[pieces o'nine]

Arrrrrgh, yer parrit eats shoots an leaves.

[black bart]

Harrgh...well YER parrot has been made into a hat!

[Roland Deschain]

But oi thought that YE were Cap'n PoN's 'at!

[Mad Willyum Bonney]

ARGH!

Steep asyde yung fella!
Ande lit me at er !
Ye mizzbul lanlubrin eggead !
Oil juss rechoir 2 minitz wiff Capin Peecez .
Now run along .
Arrrr

[Ravi Oli]

Arrrrrgggghhhhhh Bonney, 'tis well nown ye rechoirs a LOT less then 2 minitz wiv a laydee... woiy thee wenches at Madam Fifi's names thee "Willy-or-Woentyum Bonney".

[pieces o'nine]

Oi sees as yer ^ not claimin' t'be werf *enny* minits.

Jest sayin'.

[Ravi Oli]

Ohhhh arrrrrrr... an' Oi thawt Oi waz defendin' a Laydee's onor!
Maybe 'tis tru wot is sed at thee vasectamie clinick who thankee fer thee bizness... Ye 'as the face wot lawnched a thowsend snips.

[Mad Willyum Bonney]

AVAST !

Wot be ye in sinew ating ?

Oi juss wushes to speek ta Capin Peeces .
Oid loike to speak ta 'er in thee galley then in me hammuck then in thee crow's nest then in the galley then in me quarrrrrrtarrrs then then in riggings then at thee helm then ......

[pieces o'nine]

Yarrrgh, many wenches an femail cap'ns 'ave dis-cussed ye, Will, an wish't ter speake wif ye as well.

Sadly, this will never 'appen in enny ov arrrgh loifetoimes, wif ye bein thee hadmirrel ov hincompre'ensibillity an awl...

[Mad Willyum Bonney]

Wye me moist grayshuss Lady Capin Peeces , oid wood wush nuffin moor thin ta speek wiff ye roight dis ere momint .Yarr ta ye.

[Roland Deschain]

Cap'n PoN be a real lady, ye blaggart, more than enough ter mince ye inter pieces o' thousands!