Saturday, May 3, 2008
Aarrr! Welcome aboard, me beauties. Any mate of Miss Donna is a mate of this here ol' bucket. There's a tankard of me finest grog for ye, so drink hearty. It be nigh on twenty grand glorious years we be cruisin' this here water, though it once was the territory of ol'
Jose Gaspar. Any ship can drop anchor now since he lost all his teeth and got fat and happy on cigars and sangria. Avast, me ship is me pride and joy so landlubbers can linger awhile and listen to the cabin boy play beauteous melodies on th' hornpipe.
The deck be swabbed and ready for company, but stay away from that scallywag of a bosun's mate.....he'll rob ye blind.
I see ye left yer cutlass behind so have a peek at me booty that was captured from yonder lagoon.
Shiver me timbers! Yonder caravelle is gaining on us and we'll have to teach them lily-livered bilge rats a lesson.
Raise the Jolly Roger an' stow the pieces of eight!
The scallywags won't touch a single doubloon of this here grand fine ship. Ye sprogs get ready fer some fierce swashbucklin' on the open seas....man the guns and we'll be keelhauling the scurvy dogs!
Thanks to Talk Like A Pirate Day for the language lesson.