This here be Billy Bones comin' at ye lubbers.
N'ere I seen such squabblin' - like a bunch o' hand
maidens.  One gits his pantaloons all waded up o'er
nothing - nothin' says I.  Ever swab gets good deals
now and then, and ever swab gets hisself screwed now
and again as well.  Swing one, swing all, say I!

Now take the storm me an ole Warren's been through.
It was life and death on a lee shore for a while
there, but we's signed articles again and now
we've figured a way to get along.  Now if ole Warren
and Captain Bill Bones can sign articles, so can you
lubbers.

Why, I've almost taken a likin' to some of the most
ornery among you, like ole Eric in Pittsburgh.  That
lubber'll say what's on his mind, no doubt!  And ole
George, he ain't far behind! An ole Boston Bob, well
he's helped get me out of dry dock more than once.
And Frank, well that lubber is always tryin' to
be nice cause he always says cheers.  Cheers, says
he, but cheerleaders says I ;).

Thay's a whole bunch of you lubbers out there who's
good fer somethin', I'm still just tryin' to figure
out what!

It's Fryeday!  It's rum and food to the likes of
me!  Bring me rum, damn ye!  Rum, says I!

X (Billy Bones, his mark)