>Yer life, literally, be as valuable as a salty trout. I be going to cast Ye overboard, Ye be flopping back in. I be patching up all me leaky hulls, Ye be flopping back in. Why? Because ye keep tasting the rum, Ye worthless scurvy landlubba. Ye be servin no purpose in life, yer purpose in life be stowing away in my ship, hoisting me sails daily. Yer purpose in life be stowing away, hoistin a flag daily.
>Your life be NOTHING
>Ye be serving ZERO PURPOSE
>Ye should walk the plank NOW
>And free up a vessel in these seven seas, so that we can voyage on this vast blue ocean. Cause what do Ye be here for? To mutiny me? WALK THE PLANK. And I mean that, with a hundred dubloons, with a thousand dubloons.