Shivers

Shiver me timbers - there's that pirate ship the USS Walt Whitmope, heading straight for a collision with the SS Kurt Whitman. God knows what will happen. Whitmans like whipmores are not welcome in the Atlantic, and they do insist on their titles and their poor third-world ceremonies.

Splice the mainbrayce

Well shiver me timbers - I don't believe it me hearties and me old ship's rudders. It was like an apparition at some wayside shrine like Peterborough or Walsingham, but after a raid on the French naval dockyards at Dieppe during which we lit up a load of French Revolutionary Forces ships with our own incendiaries over the top of the harbour wall, there sailing out to us came a ghost ship that I had not seen for many a long year me shipmates. It was draped in French flags and French colours but as soon as it escaped the harbour boom, off came those colours and I recognised the old HMS Cheshire Cheese finally getting free of her French prison wardens, held captive these long 20 years. A fine sight for sore eyes and it was only me own experienced eye in the Crow's Nest that saw the difference and recognised the old blighter, so I signalled to me captain not to fire on the escaping man of war. It was a sight for sore eyes I can tell ye shipmates. HMS Cheshire Cheese - thou art most welcome back to the fleets of the Royal Navy and I doff my Royal Enseign in your direction !! Aha such is the stuff of legend me hearties.