An historian invents a time machine and decides to interview a pirate. He steps into the machine, sets it for the 1600s and off he goes. Upon arrival, he spies a pirate with a peg leg, a hook hand, a parrot on his shoulder, an eyepatch, the whole nine yards.
The historian offers to buy the pirate many drinks, and after getting him soused, gets the pirate to tell him stories.
“How did you lose your leg?”
“Arrr…we wuz in a mighty sea battle and we takes a broadside from one of ‘is Majesty’s cruisers. A cannonball takes me fookin’ leg right off at the knee. The next day, I 'as the ship’s carpenter make me a peg, and I’m right as rain.”
The historian scribbles frantically. “And your hand - what happened there?”
“Arrr…we wuz bein’ boarded by a pack of ‘is Majesty’s Marines and it was dog-eat-dog. I’m fightin’ with this leftenant, see, and 'e swings 'is cutlass and swoosh! ‘E chops me fookin’ 'and right off. I stabs 'im with me dagger and the next day, I 'as the ship’s carpenter make me a 'ook, and I’m right as rain.”
The historian keeps scribbling. “And your eye -what happened to your eye?”
“Arrr…we wuz becalmed after a mighty storm and I wuz lookin’ up at the tops’l, checkin’ fer damage and a fookin’ seagull flew over and beshat me eyeball.”
The historian stops writing and asks, “And that put out your eye?”
The pirate replied, “Nay, matey, I’d only 'ad me 'ook for two days when that 'appened.”