Ahoy to ye, sit with me fer some grog.

Aye, I says to me mates, you may be wishin to know that I'm a-pinin' fer Spanish silver. Sure as me booty is shivered, me calloused hands long to hold a piece o' eight dated 1734. Pillar dollars, they call 'em up north in Floridy and Georgia and the other lands o' King George. I may ha' ta go a-blastin' with my iron billies to wrest a handful from some Frenchie traders or seadog Spaniards. Arrr. Aye, 1734, says I, because that's the year o' my forefathers' arrival in the New World.