Well shiver me timbers, hang me from the yard-arm and call me Nigel.
What a let down you lot are - I pop in for a band meeting and you're all absent; I dunno, probably wasting time a-mixing an' a-mastering and other such trivialities.
Sod it, I'm taking a quick jog around the croquette lawn and then I'll haul myself up the wooden hill for some kip.
Toodley-pip
Pirate: Arrrggghhh me old ship matey of the seven seas, c'mere an tell me yar name .... argggggghhh
Boy: Roger the cabin boy
Pirate: Arrrggghhhhhhh - later to be sure, but what's yar name lad
Parrot: Pretty Polly Pretty Polly