Yarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Avast ye! What’s an old salt like yers truly have to do around here to get a hearty crew, a bottle, and a good fightin’ cow? Speak up ye scurvy dog!! Don’t make me hang ye from the yardarm like those sons a’ biscuit eatin’ ninjas! Here’s a gold coin now, and thar be two more in it if ye can hornswaggle me a gndt passkey. Burn yer boots lad! I must weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen before morn.
Yoda:
I will pm you your GNDT password.
Quorum stays the same.