Re: International Talk Like a Pirate Day
Smartly to the prow, old salts and lubbers. Toss me an extra pair of deadlights, lad, for me thinks me see planks with flowery growths on them ahead. To the jollyboats, me hearties!
The last blaggard to the land will be handsomely rewarded with a trip to Davy Jones' locker, which spells, arrrrr!, ye be drinking the vast reserves of salty and poxy rum.
Fair winds!
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