Captain: (as he turns his head and sniffs audibly). I can 't say as I sniffs nothin'—leastways, nothin' perticerler. I smells a bit o' grog, perhaps.
Patch: I gets a whiff o' garlic from the kitchen.
Duke: The two o' yer never can smell nothin' when there 's garlic or grog around. I 'm askin' yer pardon, Captain. Does Red Joe talk like a pirate? Sink me, he can 't rip an oath. Did yer ever know a pirate which could n't talk fluent?
Captain: What 's bitin' yer, Duke?
Duke: Ain 't I tellin' yer?
Captain: Ain 't we listenin'?
Patch: Jest hangin' on yer tongue?
Duke: Captain, you and me and Patch has seen a heap o' sights. We knows the ocean. We knows her when she 's blue and when she 's kickin' 'igher than a gallow's tree.
Captain: We has been ter Virginy.
Patch: We has traded slaves at the Barbadoes.