Yarrrrrr! We be lookin’ fer recruits and fer new corporations in The Church and our Alliance!
Many yarrrrrs can be said if ye be joinin’ us! Yarrrrrr!
Praise the church!
Ye scurvy dog! Ye couldn’t hit the broadside of a station with a cannonball if it was sittin’ still in front o’ ye! Yer aim’s as crooked as a Kaalakiota freighter in a wormhole, and yer ship’s so slow, even the asteroids are laughin’ at yer wake! If brains were treasure, ye’d be the poorest pirate in the galaxy, and I’ve seen better tactics from a drunk miner with a shovel! Now take yer sorry self off my horizon before I turn ye into space debris. Yarrrrrr!
Join us and ye can hurl fun pirate insults in any fleet in local!