Heave to me hearties an' I'll regale ye with a tale o' sweet trade in the South Seas. But ye be revealing these secrets to some scurvy dog, like a landlubbin' lawyer from the MPAA or RIAA, and you'll have a taste of the cat, if'n I don't have the black spot put on ya, for dead men tell no tales.
Look smartly there! Seems t'were some marooners what were doin' some interlopin' on the fair shores of Malaysia. But the guv'nor's soldiers was strong on the discipline. In a fortnight, many o' these buccaneers were clapped in irons and meetin' rope's end. Now the rest o' their mates t'weren't no squiffies or sprogs. They could use their deadlights. So, seein' as they didn't want to dance with Mr. Jack Ketch, they came about handsomely, took up with a sea artist and went on the account.
Now these corsairs made full sail 'til they be several leagues to sea, in international waters, where Jack Valenti's letters o' reprisal aren't nothing but bilgewater. There all hands turn to, copying chanteys, with no quarter given for DRM. Blimey if this doesn't have the gov'nor's soldiers bilged on their own anchor. Already the soldiers be tryin' to bring in the ol' Guarda Coasta, but they'll have no luck, says I.
Malaysiakini has a version of this story in English (VCD pirates take to the high seas to avoid detection). [via Boing Boing]