Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
Obscenely loud
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Make me, landlubber.
[You don't interrupt a man's Pirate Day. It simply isn't done.]
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No one wants to hear your stupid shit so knock it off, jackass!
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See Dean not care.
See Dean turn up the music.
See Dean give you his middle finger and grin.]
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I-I don't think he can h-hear you, Ragnarok...
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