Wait this one out below deck, lads! Ah'll be stayin to meet them thar storms face to face! water 'n wind may sunder ships, but the mundane an' the mystic alike be not bowin' the head of Cap'n Frog!
The Danse Macabre Codex
-looks above deck- Captain, are you sure you'll be fine up here? This storm looks sinister...
Hunter
If the stories about him are true, then we have nothing to worry about.
-Follows the others- Captain! Don't you lose this game.
Alright then...men! Everyone below deck!
-before closing the hatch- Captain, get us there in one piece, yes?
Aye.
-walks up to the helm and takes hold of the massive wheel-
An' now, lassie, we see who breaks who.
The Danse Macabre Codex
-In the rather cramped hold.-
Who be wantin' hard cheese wi' onions an' garlic?
edited 7th Jul '10 1:04:26 PM by Chabal2
I'm set, thank you...-looks down at my knife- Come on, just a bit further...
Suit yerself.
-Chows down on aforementioned ripe cheese, onions and garlic.-
-the entire ship shudders as it plows into the onrushing storm; sheets of rain pouund the deck, and the roar of thunder is deafening. On the deck, Captain Sullen growls and stands fast against the driving rain, his grip on the helm unfaltering-
The Danse Macabre Codex
Arrrgh! Me grub! Catch it afore it gets away!
-The cook's less than sanitary and indeed less than dead snack is scurrying away.-
(International Talk Like A Pirate Day, tropers! Get in tha spirit o' the thing!)
I have seen the amateur, and it is me.
Harr! I got one! *crunch*
You there! Go clean up da bilge so'n these critters don't sneak up on me again.
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!
Dreams of Revenge
-wakes up on-deck, apparently having been washed onboard-
What kind of trickery is this?!
-barely manages to avoid being swept overboard-
Locking you up on radar since '09
^ Avast! This swab be not conversin' in the accepted Norfolk accent! Give 'im thirty licks o' the cat!
Dreams of Revenge
He be so shocked he forgot the accent! 
Lame Excuse, I know.
...At least I managed to avoid those scallywags who tried to plunder me last ship...
Locking you up on radar since '09
Totally Not a Schoolboy
Arr, ye got any links to decent download sites?
What? Ye never specified what kind of pirates we were...
Let's play a game about Pokémon...
Arr, ar, ar arrg, arrrrgh. Yargh! Yar, yargh, arr! ARRG!
You cannot firmly grasp the true form of Squidward's technique!
Dreams of Revenge
What be the cause o' that infernal noise?!
-tries to find a door-
Locking you up on radar since '09
Trainspotter
Yaaar, I be downloadin' some of them cracked games...
Formerly known as Crow T. Robot.
Dreams of Revenge
YOU THINK I'M CUTE!?
Yarr, t'is calls for a sea shanty!
YARR HARR, FIDDLE DE DEE...
"A closed mouth doesn't get fed. An open mouth swallows 8 spiders a year." - Don Zabu
Trainspotter
Yaaar, d'ye be wantin' a free copy of Halo Reach?
Formerly known as Crow T. Robot.
AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! ARR, ARR, YAAR!
You cannot firmly grasp the true form of Squidward's technique!
Be green.
ARG Anomalocaris we pirates dont talk like that yarg.We talk like this yarg
I am bad at picking things.
We sail onward that's what! -runs below deck and battons down the cannons-