My doom, be it? Well, we'll see about that ye lubberly son of a Margate day-tripper, Just let me once come within range of 'e an' I'll sink anchor in ye!!!!!! An' if'n ye be too yeller to stand an' fight broadside to broadside, I'll tip 'e the Black Spot see you, an' every tarry-handed man'll be after ye. We'll see whose doom'll be at hand, me fine boyo, So avast there!!!!!!



A vast what?

Aharr, I dunno, but it be real big.......