Piraat from Connecticut to the Netherlands

“Ahoy!”

“Ahoy! Ye still be sailin’ in Connecticut seas then, matey.”

“Aye.”

“And this ale?”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, this brew from Van Steenberge has a mighty head, matey.”

“Aye.”

“Sweet and sticky taste, arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh. But it has enough alcohol to send me to Davy Jones locker.”

“Aye, just what we pirates like, eh matey?”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, aye.”

“It be too sweet for me.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, aye. And it lasts on the tongue.”

“Aye, but though it be sweet, it also have a bitter hoppiness in the aftertaste.”

“Aye, and with pithy grapefruit too.”

“M’lass say honey.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, aye.”

“The Belgian yeast taste be there, matey. It be there. Sour and acetyl when forced out the blow-hole of the great whale.”

“Aye, like the Belgian pirates themselves.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, Belgian pirates!”

“This not be a complex brew, matey.”

“Aye, no challenge here, arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“But the alcohol! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“Aye. Good thing my First Mate is driving the ship today.”

“Aye, that be true. That be true. But, arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh, there’s another call on me pirate video phone. Ahoy?”

“Ahoy! This is your pirate in the Netherlands, and I’ve got me Piraat here, too.”

“Ahoy, matey. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh. Let’s be drinkin’ then.”

“Aye.”

“Fuzzy coriander, matey, and you be right about the grapefruit pith, arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“It be too strong in the alcohol taste for me.”

“But 9%, matey?”

“9%? Here in Belgian seas, it be 10.5%! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“Belgian pirates never did trust those Dutch pirates.”

“Aye.”

“M’wench be enjoyin’ the fizz. Pleasin’ and like a white beer say she.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“And when it near the end, it smell like a urinal.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh.”

“But not enough to keep me from finishing it.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh!”