We are all freebooting bloodthirsty killers. We drink rum, snort snuff and go wenching. Our cap'n is Cap'n Ajax. When he is on vacation we are an egalitarian collective, which means no one cleans anything up until he gets back.
Those who do not pull their weight soon feel the sting of the lash across their pitiful shoulders, shortly before being fed to fishes.
However, we feel we would be excellent ambassadors to another sentient race on a planet orbiting a far-flung star because we have snappy outfits. My brass belt buckle is particularly shiny. Also, some of us still have binocular vision while others are blind in at least one eye. We feel this gives us a unique advantage in case we make contact with some one-eyed squishy thing. Also, we hope that the females of the species are attractive wenches with large breasts and a saucy demeanor and the males all have peg legs.