Hoist the mainsail and strike the jib. Who's in search of piratey greatness?
If it's booty ye desire, then a carouser be ye not, lest ye slip and fall into the briny deep! But if it's doubloons ye seek, then the briny deep of Davy Jones' locker is an easy target--where else do all the treasure be? Not in the holds of brigantine vessels protected by an armada o' the King's best galleons, nor in the deep stone chambers 'neath a governor's bed!
Davy Jones holds ALL the treasure a carouser could batten under a hatch--AND MORE!
And does 'e share a single piece-of-eight with we who sweat and die on the sea? NO!
Does 'e offer a reward that can be spent on earthly delights for a job well done while floatin' o'er 'is 'ead? NO!
My hearties, I'll bet seventeen tuns o' rum that every Jolly Roger will be dragged to the depths as a crew tries to live by The Code, and they'll never see a copper farthing fer their efforts. All thanks to the greed of Davy Jones!
Lads, ye know well that any landlubber has a warm spot by the fire, and a lovin' wench happy and content by 'is side--all rewards for keeping a clean mind and a good 'ouse. And yet seadogs such as yerselves 'ave nought t' look forward to but a cold, wet grave--or an 'angman's knot!
I say Davy Jones is a son of a biscuit eater, a scurvy dog who's runnin' a rig on ALL of ye! When yer three sheets t' the wind, trying t' ferget yer woes and the fearful future that lies ahead, Davy Jones could make yer lives richer by far. He could see to it that you'd be swimmin' in rubies the size o' yer nose & twice as red--if he 'ad a mind to share a treasure wi' ye who work so hard--for 'IS benefit!
Any old seadog knows that plunderin' a fort or a galleon is a risky business. But a right old salt kens well the ways of a bilge rat: Lay low and strike when the prey least suspects. And so I propose we keep this idea amongst ourselves, the bilge rats, tight as a bung, and no let slippin' th' fact that we're discussing a thing stronger th'n mutiny: salvaging ALL of Davy Jones' wealth from the bottom o' the sea!
So stay ye away from the grog and don't be hornpipin' this t' the world, lest ol' Davy hear a word & come for us before our time, draggin' us down to meet our Maker prematurely.
Take t' yer tasks smartly, me hearties, and wait fer the signal. Soon we'll ALL be a-swaggerin' 'bout like governors and dukes--and even KINGS!
Arrgh... spoken like a true shellback.
