Hear yea! This day, September 19, be the International Talk Like a Pirate Day. I be demaning that all yeh bilge rats aboard these fine forums forget yeh scurvy common talk and begin speakin an’postin like a pirate, without further notice, arrr!
Get yeh pirate outfits and yeh grog ready lads, we be goin’ fer the treasure!
Aye, ye be ceerect about that, matey. Arr-arr. For we’s all got a bit o’ the buccaneer in us, ain’t we? Arr-arr!
Jest a wee minute, tho, me lad. By tressire do ye mean coin o’ the realm? Or do we be cruisin’ fer booty? If ye see the drift o’my intents, matey. Arr.
Arr, we be sailin’ fer treasures of all sorts, m’hearty! Coin’o the realms n’o’course the other, more excietable sorts of booty, yarr-harhar!
Avast yea common talk, yeh scurvy sea-rat! When it be the day’o this queer ‘sam-ooh-rai’ yeh be speakin’ of, whatever it may be, yeh c’n do as yeh please - but this be the day o’the buccaneer, tha kings o’the seven sea’s - this be the day o’the pirate! Yarr!
Them thar pirates ye speak of, mate, be huntin’ a differin’ sort a booty. Their types be at port tryin’ to recruit me men wit’ calls like, “Tho thailor, why haven’t I theen you around here before?” and, “That eyepatch you wear looks abtholutely fabulouth with your big, hard, wood…en peg leg.”
Aye, there be differin’ kinds of pirates. Arrrgggg.
Yopele, Thanks for hurting my ribs so early in the morning they split wide open
Arrg, wich o ye barnicle rats has me map, Yer do yer self a sarvace given me back that skin. Arr Air I flay yer and make a clean map.
Me knifey is itchen fer a taste of red liquid it is.
Set sail off ther coast of Jamaicerr 'n find me a black pearl, 'n we’ll point 'arr guns at 'er booty! Hard to 'er port, hard to 'er port! Swab the poop deck ye scavorous dogs!