“Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate’s life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!”
ARR! indeed, mateys! Now let’s go plunder us some latte sippin’ land lubbers!
Apparentely my pirate name is Red Jack Kidd. My description says that passion is a big part of my life, which makes sense for a pirate. Even though I’m not always the traditional swaggering gallant, my steadiness and planning makes me a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
When do we sail to kill, maim, plunder and mutilate ?
Could be lad. Ya knows hows it is, many strapping men, and precious few womenfolk who can be birthin scoundrels like us. Aargh! But sailors and rapscallions are we, and thus we are all related under the mighty skull & crossbones.
Even though there’s no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you’re the one in charge. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
[Miles Copperwaith] It was a lonely life being the Dread Pirate Bonney’s cabin boy. The nights could be frightening when there’s a storm, but thankfully the captain and crew came by to comfort me.[/Miles Copperwaith]
Aargh! Two Captain Anne Kidds. One must be an imposter. To the plank with both of them, let the sharks sort them out.
Take her, take them both for all I care. All I ask is that if we plunder a sheep that I … Aarghh! That derned Scylla is just pollutin me brain. Aargh. I be takin one of them Anne’s back. Me name be Dirty, and they be not referrin to me hygiene. Arg!
Aye, that may be, ye scallywag, but Captain Jack Kidd is in charge of this poxy crate as has been decreed:
“Even though there’s no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you’re the one in charge. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!”
The Dread Pirate Flint preparin to cast the yardarm and up the riggin yarrrr…when do we get to rape the horses and ride off on the women?
Pass me the rum ya worthless sons o’ whores!