"Lay anchor now, me swabbies. What be I offered for this winsome wench?"
"You looked into my eyes. Now your destiny lies beyond the gates of doom! [insert laugh that used to sound like "Boo!" to me]"
"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination...hmmmm? And consider this dismaying observation: this chamber has no windows and no doors...which offers you this chilling challenge--to find a way out! [evil laughter] Of course, there's always my way..." Does anyone write like that anymore? Can anyone deliver lines like that anymore? I'm sad that the answer is probably a big fat no.
"Oh, I tell you true, it's sore I be to hoist me colors on the likes of that shy little wench! [raucous laughter]" Such a brazenly politically incorrect line. It's great.
"Strike yer colors, you brazen wench. No need to expose yer superstructure!" More lack of PCness. I love the hint of a chuckle that's barely audible in the auctioneers voice as he says "expose."
"Strike yer colors, yeh bloomin' cockroachers! We'll send you to Davy Jones!" How I miss the original captain.
"When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls...whenever candlelights flicker where the air is deathly still...that is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight." If I could, I would hug X Atencio and Paul Frees. Genius.
"Remain seated, please. Permanecer sentados por favor."
"Pssst! Avast there. It be too late to alter course, matey." Somehow very ominous, coming from a talking skull over a dark drop.
"Thar be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones waiting for those what don't obey..."
And last but certainly not anywhere close to least...
"The happy haunts are received a faldric namjij..."