That’s a reasonable distinction. Still, how confusing it must be to those leprechauns who choose a life on the high seas, intercepting and plundering vessels they may encounter.
So Leprechauns are oatish while pirates prefer maize. Got it.
(Or at least I have a full year before I must have it straight.)
I do know where Cornwall is, me hearties.
Arrh, Jim lad. Mobey Dick on the Bernard Miles, oh-ar!
Yarrr, blow me down, I missed posting here for ITLAPD on the day itself!
Scurvy dog.
All hail Robert Newton, the patron saint of Talk Like a Pirate Day
He always played the same character, essentially.
Lisa: I am breaking up with you John. You think I talk like a pirate and you never buy me flowers.
John: You know what? I do think you talk like a pirate. And I didn’t even know you sold flowers!
Sauce:
Yarr, that’s a good one!