Aye Arrrgh!
'Tis a weary soul indeed that should tarry 'gainst a Pirates lot.
Lest it be fur  a cavalierin' way, even supercilious, tham thar treasonous blaggards must shorely be payin' a hefty price fur counterfit'n the Pirate'n way or be damn'd
Fur those bein' partial te parlay, Bahhhh! I say we damn thar souls ta hell and let scurvy dogs eat from 'em flesh ta the bones be dry'n withered.

Nee i remind ye all of our own Pirata Codex, yea an act of war can be declared only by the Pirate King, who would shorely parley with shared adversaries on account a' find'n a treasure ta be squared wit 'ees fine men.
Thus, me proud scrapes o' the Captain's charge, jest ye hold staedy 'pon yer feet 'til ye be given leave of yer sences.
Arr ship be the mightiest 'pon this 'ere ocean and ye damn'd well better push farward, 'till ye be gi'en the call ta release the hounds o' hell hahahaharrr!
What ye arrr lookin' at ye foul stenched sea maggots - GET BACK TA WERK!