"Ahoy Mateys!
We be plagued by troubled times! They say Companies be spreadin', Order be comin'.
They say t' days o' endless grog, booty an' beauties be about t' meet their end at t' hands o' Officers and sanctioned Bounty Hunters. Filthy scum, all o' them!
Will we fall without a fight? Will we sink like a lead six pounderball in t' Sea? I say NO, me buckos!
We stand and we fight! For we be Pirates. For we be Kings among men!
What’s port o' t' honorable tradition o' freedom, plunder, senseless slaughter that made us free men? Them want chained monkeys, them want pets!
Let’s teach them pigs a lesson, mateys! Let’s plunder them cargoes, let’s make enemies with all t' nations o' Earth!
We be brothers in arms, and I say that’s t' only allegiance that truly counts.
We will go down with t' wind on our sails, powder in our kegs, and fire in our hearts! So sharpen your cutlasses, an' let’s brin' them Doom!"
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