We raid th' depths o' Davvie Jones` Locker! Or th' Intel room!

Swing th' Lead! Fire th' cannons! All (Demo)men on deck! That's right ye land lubbers, th' Demo Pirates have drop'd anchor on Teufort Island! Grab ye cutlass, grab ye rum bottles, grab a belayin' pin! Fer it's time t' pillage the land-hugging lubbers. Aye, Captain Black Face, an' me crew o' Scottish Pirates 'll take th' booty tha' tis rightfully 'ars an' make th' enemy take hands with Jack Ketch an' dance th' Hempen Jig! If zey try t' run, we'll strap 'em to stern and keelhaul 'em all th' way t' Dustbowl. Arrr, so ye zink ye have what it takes t' go on account do ye? Well ye better visit th' sutler an' show me yer not a bilge-sucking scurvy dog cause insult me crew and ye'll find yeself maroon'd with nothin' but a dizpenzer an' a pipebomb!