Avast there me boyos. Me wedding is delayed due to business on the high seas. What a narrer escape shipmates?

Fer her that is. There be nowt more unreliable than a itchy footed pirate wi' empty pockets. Whilst researchin' in me local tavern this wench o' fine virtue tells me she picked the pocket of a Navy commander and found an old parchment map. It looks ter me like "Old Bluebeards handwritin' " The old buzzard left a treaure map which yours truly has purchased off this comely fair floosy. Actually I got it fer nowt since she were smitten with me 'andsome looks hoho. Anyways boys(maybe gals too if yer plays chess) which of ye is up fer some treasure huntin'? I 'as no doubt there be some black hearted rogues a searchin' fer it too so there may be some treachery and bloodshed. But I 'as confidence in you brave seadogs. Wilt thou join me then-Dock 3, Port of Liverpool, Monday Eight bells. And bring some grog cos Billy bones 'as lost 'is touch wiv 'is home-made rotgut which 'ee calls brandy but strips deck varnish off clean. See thee Monday shipmates. Wenches must be qualified seamstresses.