Yarr! By me unusually silky beard, it be me second-favorite holiday, after Free Comic Book Day!
Are you Sea Sponge worthy, mates?
I find it hARRd to belive no one has asked what the pirate movie was rated…
Ohayo-gozaimasu, konichi-wa?
Arrrr!
*In days of old when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
And if they showed us disrespect
We’d tie them up and flail them
Often men of low degree
And often men of steel
We’d make them walk the plank alone
Or haul them round the keel
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have!*
Hai. Okegazama de.
[sub]Or something like that.[/sub]
Find out your Pirate name, ya scurvey wretches!
Signed (in blood of course)
Mad Jack Bonney
Watashi wa ii tenke desu yo
wakarimasen
however - to whom it may apply
otenjobi omideto goziymas
Arrr, ye best be fearin’
Iron Jack Kidd
Aarrhh, I thought we should find some scurvy ninja scum sculking about in the pirate thread. To the gang plank with em all, ha ha.
Arrrrrr - it’s greetins’ I be sendin’ ye, from the home of the original “Talk Like a Pirate Day” pirates!
Those scurvy dogs personally christened me:
Wild Red Jenny, the Oregonal Wench o’ the West
Yarrrrr ahoy maties! I be talkin piratey at work and the lubbers looked at me like I be sun addled. Scurvy dogs that they be, I wanted fer to be layin’ into the lot of ‘em with me trusty hook. Keelhaulin’ be too good a fate fer the likes of them. There be the devil ta pay. Thems as dies be the lucky ones. Arrrr.
Capn Dirty John Flint be me name.
Yeah, it’s still Talk Like a Pirate Day out in California.
Those of us in the Eastern time zone are back to our normal, non-piratey selves.
Feh.
Arr, true 'tis no longer the day. But I’ll always be a pirate in me heaaarrrrt.
Missed it by a day, but this must be the theme song, surely!
Pull away, me lads of the Cardiff Rose, and hoist the Jolly Roger
Arr, ye grasscombing lubbers! Drop the mains’l and slip anchor, thar be a fat prize, hull up fine on the larboard bow! Hoist the tops’ls and topgallantsails, flash out those stuns’ls and let’s be cracking on! Luff and touch her, handsomely now! If she have a foul bottom, we’ll come up with her quick as bob’s your uncle, so run out the great guns and ready the bar and cannister; we’ll send those balls post-paid! Though it be warm work there’ll be no purser’s eights shared out once we’ve beaten them into a cocked hat; we’ll dine on more than millers and bargemen tonight!
Please, if one of us were a Ninja in disguise, noone would even notice, because we are freakin’ invisible. Among other things. Just don’t mess with us, 'cause our purpose is to flip out and kill people.
/me heaves CynicalGabe bodily over the side, just on suspicion. And then gets out the rubby-dubby bag. 