Arrr, ye poxy lubbers, now I’ve added it to me calendarrrrrrr! Keelhauled ye’ll all be, sure and no mistakin’, if ye don’t talk all like a pirate on the 19th o’ Septemberrrrrrr!
Rum- there has to be rum!
:: aside:: Hide the rum!
Vunder --it just takes one person to start these things–you go first.
Sure and I’m lookin’ ferwerd ta this day and all. I’m a strappin’ wench who’ll mix up punch fer ya and serve ya well*. Me name is Brandy and I’d like a finest locket on a silver chain.
*watch yerselves, mateys–i’m handy with a knife as well!
<goes off to find poof sleeve blouse>
This yearrrrr, I aim ta put a hook on me cat’s paw, plus an eye patch. Don’t know how the scalawag’ll take to the parrot.
Avast, just look in the baarrrr!
Septemberrrr 19 be my birthday matey! What a gift! ARRRR
This summer, I stumbled into a table full of drunk girls dressed like pirates. That was awesome.
