Ayeeee pirate pat, ‘twas a gleeful night wit ya me wee lad. now git ready. To batten down the hatches. Dintcha know, Tis gonna be a blimey night late on. Twood do ya so good to scuttle on board the ship. Climb me Jacobs ladder, careful of the barnacles. We surein might Be in needz of music. PP? Bring yer fiddle wit ya. Plenty o fish was catched as to seein yer me guest on me Glorious ship I hap to called er “Misty Rose”. She tis a battle ship. Ayyyye. Ya cain’t tell a soul. She’s as bionic as me myself an I. Ayyyyeee…tis true Pirate Pat. Aye got plenty of rum to splice the mainbrace. Heave ho pirate pat. Tis time to speak o tha map ya say ya have hidden. Me name is Trish. Tis a Jolly Roger of a time to be Makin yer quaintence.