Drake Fierce-Leg I be. This peg’s painin’ me somethin’ awful too. Must have the gang-green in me stump. BOY! Fetch me the rum an’ bandages and sharpen me cutlass.
Aye, an’ another thing too. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH.
Aye, but Captain Case The Insensitive be tippin’ it the Black Spot this year, look’ee. For it do be gettin’ too commercialised now, wi’ every whoreson chandler ‘tween Tortuga an’ Trincomalee sellin’ naught but lubberly gewgaws an’ frippperies as balloons, T-shirts, pannikins an’ such like, burn me bowels if they ain’t.
I be havin’ but a quiet carouse below decks this year, wi’ only me trusty shipmates, a hogshead o’ rum, an’ a few lusty wenches o’ dusky beauty an’ flashin’ eyes, belike, wi’ maybe plunder and sack later.
Time was it was for the rovers, the roaring boys an’ the lads o’ mettle, now it just be about the merchants, pox on ‘em, an’ the doubloons to be made, splinter me sphincter else. An’ it do be advertised earlier each year an’ all, a plague on’t. Arr.
Ye’ve a point there, laddy me buck. I’ve ardly the spirit to drag a cabinboy belowdecks for a Jolly Rogering this year, the commercialism’s gotten so bad.
Ahoy and avast there, maties! Tis I, Capn Jane the Short Tongue (I swear that what it came up with!) here.
Keep yer parrots to yerself or I’ll keelhaul the lot of ye–arrrrh!
Mad Jenny Kidd here, lookin’ for swashes to buckle. Volunteers?
lifts eyepatch and squints
Ye be me long lost sister on the sea?
From www.fidius.org and the What’s My Pirate Name quiz:
Yo ho, yo ho, it’s a pirate’s life for me! Avast, me hearties, take to the deck, load up the 38s, and puff out the fo’sail! We’re cruisin’ for some boozin’, and bettin’ on some wenchin’!
Behold the tattered splendour of Bloody Ethel Kidd! Arrghh! Yarrrr! Harr-- hack, cough, gack! Here I be, ready to upend the nearest bottle o’ rum and pay attention next time when I hear “Stand by to come about!”
I’m prepared this year, thanks to me fine shipmate danceswithcats!
First, pirate shopping. I went to the website and ordered a T-shirt. It’s the salmon and pink shrunken ringer that says “Dead Men Tell No Tales”. Awesome sentiment, but I have a feeling a pathologist would disagree. (Hee.)
I’m also planning to take me battered, tattered arse to the Slipholder’s/Talk Like a Pirate Day Party on Saturday September 17 at the Ferry Point Marina and Yahctyard in Arnold, Maryland. I found it on the Pirate website and am totally psyched about finding some Pirate Doin’s relatively close by.
I think I’ll look pretty authentic even if I don’t dress up (which of course I will have to do)… I have a neato-burrito black eye and messed-up face from some out-of-control, typically piratical drunken revelry a couple of nights ago. Hey, I ain’t covering this baby up with no stinkin’ eyepatch! I worked *hard * to look this awful!
A saucy beldam, by the powers! Yer figurehead is hoistin’ me mainsail! To me quarters, where naught is done by halves, and I’ll show ye what a hornpipe really is! Prepare to board, an’ avast below!
Mad Bess Read here be sailin’ into Dope Strait waters. And God DAMN yer eyes if ye get in her way!
Arrr, me twenty-two lady crew an’ me is deferring “Talk like a Pirate Day” until the Saturday, when we’s paddlin’ the waters of Quetico in search of wine and adventure.
Beware ye land lubbers, Cap’n Isaac 'leven-fing’rs is here to sail the high seas and to harass ye poor slobs.
Hackin’ Aurora Blythe, at your service! And the personality test shows me to be Captain material.
The Cap’n
Profile: Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scallawag who stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn’t eviscerate.
I like it…I LIKE it!!
The Lizard Queen
Mad Sam Bonney hath run up the red flagge on the Adventure Galley! Our gonnes be run out and our matches are alight. Surrender or die, ye scurvy scum! Arrrrrrrrgh! (Stop biting me ear, ye damned bird!)
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr, ye scurvy dogs! How could so notable a day slip up on us like that? Shiver me timbers, I’ll have to pass the word to me shipmates. Yarrr.
Arrrr ye swabs. I be Dirty John Flint. Now where’s me grog.
I be the Dread Pirate Bonney.
I be Blackspot Jo Bailey, and I be going to see a movie rated Arrrrrrrr.
Dirty Harry Bonney here, are we brothers?
Yahr, who a-goes pizzin on me mizzen? 'Tis **Red Davey Flint ** I be, and I see that me brothers have joined me on the high seas as well. Ahr, the Flint boys were the roughtest-toughest gang of yard apes ever to set sail in their mother’s washtub off the coast of Penzance. Captured a Corsair ere we could walk, we did, and nary a survivor to tell the tale! Yahr! Yo-ho!
Shiver me timbers
Rock the boat
Captain’s got the scurvy!