When you're not busy shooting scurvy dogs, it may be a day for rum and wenches, ya scallywags.
Maybe at dinner I'll try some out...
"This Cheval Blanc is not fit for man nor beast, bring me grog, you comely lass."
"Inebriated be I, says you? I am merely one sheet to the wind! Don't scuttle my buzz, bucko."
"Avast ye, you bilge sucking CD-lubber. A CD player is not pillage!"
"MP3!? That's not proper booty, laddie."