I use 'ta could open any bottle o' beer with my teeth, I could.

...Not so much, anymore, arrh.

Unless ye be a pint o' rum, or a wenches bum, I've no intrest in ye, Savy?

Anyone seen a Parrot with a foul mouth and jamacian accent?

If ye do, dont let 'er latch on ta yer nose, mate!

"It wer'nt me, damnit. It was that damn dog. Beer gives him foul air... foul, foul air."

"Well o' course I can catch, I can catch anything you can throw at me, mate! Hell, you dont even have to throw it at me, just nearby, and pitty pat, I'll statch it up!

Learned when I was a lad, ya see. Didnt have much to play with, I'll tell ya, dirt poor we was, had to use dead rats as a ball most of the time... well, the ones that were dead and stinking... the other dead ones got cooked up fer sunday dinners, and boy let me tell ya, me mum could make a nasty rat's arse taste like ah.. something good, ye know like whut rich people were ta eat at fancy dinners.

But yah, I been a natural born catcher since I was born. No matter how hard you sling that sucker, I'm catchin it... Can throw good to! How the hell you think them rats ended up dead most of the time anyway? Rocks, big sticks, little sticks, large bugs, anything'll do.
Hey-where you going? Thats ok, I can walk along and talk to ye at the same time, learned that by following my brothers around... did I tell ya I can run like the wind too? Time to time my brothers would get to feeling cross fer whatever reason and wanna string me upside down and throw stuff at me, heh heh toughend me up it did... made a sailors hide out of me it did. most o the time I get lashes, I barely notice em. Not that Capn Thatcher swings the whip that much, but a ships gotta run like a ship, and a teams gotta run like a team, eh? HA HA HA!

Yah, but anyway.. why you walking so fast? no problem I can keep up well enough... Hey! why dont we throw a few passes eh? Great fun! No really! Got a rock or a branch or something? Wait I got plenty o time, wait hey WHERE YOU GOING! OK NICE CHATTN WIT YE! COME BACK AGAIN AND WE'LL TOSS A FEW ROCKS EH? EH?

"*grumble*, nuttin in the middle.. told em all yers ago.. climb yer own damn sheets, *grumble* Who dont swim anyhow? Fools lot, I tell ya."

Cap'n is not the Captain of the Bloody Beak, nor team captain.

It was a nickname given to him by the real captain, "Grinning Moe" Thatcher.

No one exactly knows why, either.

"Aye-aye!"

"Aye! straight as a mizzen mast!"

"Land Ho!!"

"Why did they have to put my locker right next to Davy Jones' locker?"