cT:Â <-Î( Epitir, whatâz going on?
aC: <|) Yarr, it seems me shipâs gone airborne!
aC: <|) These winds be too strong, me sails wonât hold on much longer!
cT:Â <-Î( Wait, did you juzt zay your whole fucking ZHIP iz in the ZKY?
aC: <|) Arr, I canât hear ye! Let me find a place to anchor and Iâll get back to ye!
cT:Â <-Î( Thiz iz a text converzation.
aC: <|) Yarr, much better. Now, what did ye need, Arylot?
cT:Â <-Î( Well, you have a queztion from the audience watching!
aC: <|) Yo ho, is that so? Let me have a gander then...
aC: <|) Well, this be not so much a question than it is a compliment! I thank ye for thinkinâ me blouse be special enough to talk about.
aC: <|) Though the mustache be a farce. I don it every day just to feel a bit more captainly, ye see?
cT:Â <-Î( I thought it waz becauze you wanted lezz people to think you were a girl becauze you have titz.
aC: <|) Arr! No need to be crass, lass!