Conversation atop a treasure chest

Arr, me bandy bloke. Some hardy bright swag ya got there!
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Why, thank you, old chap. Indeed I have been fortunate in my lately endeavors. It is a magnificent day, full of sunshine and the seductive glint of valuable goods. Blow me down! Arrrr. whatcha spewin' there!
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Pardon me? I don't follow you, my good gentleman.
Whatcher got in yer gob there? Ye sound like some white-wigged lily-livered tea-sippin' frilly-shirted nancy-boy! Tark like the Pie-rate yarrrrr!
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Oh, dear. My most heartfelt apologies, my cherished Hooke-and-Eye. I regret to have missed Talk Like a Pirate Day. My linguistic certification is in suspense. I must speak thusly, with the full correctness of English, until September 19th next.
La vache!
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eh, Redde, ken ye borrow me the belle Mouche Noir? Caint be spewin' that fancytalk in front of the crew and all...
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Certainly, friend Hooke. You're utterly right. Can't be seen in this state. I'll be taking a back office at the Crimson Permanent Assurance for the duration.
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Aye. Arrrr.

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