Talk Like a Pirate Post #1087

Shiver me timbers, lads and lassies, tis talk like a pirate day, and me here sober enough to do somethin about it.  Arr.

Tis a fine, fine day of fun for the landlubber, but for a pirate like m’self, tis a day of sober reflection.  Is a life upon the high sea worth the loss of lady-types?  Should a man of my intellect risk being given the Black Spot by an unruly crew?  Do I really want to end all me statements with an arr for the rest of me life?  Tis a puzzle tisn’t it, arr?

But don’t mind me. Fine man such as m’self have his ways of dealing with this sort of malady. I’ll keel haul a few swabs and feel righter than a preacher on Sunday, and still be twice as honest, and that be true, arr.

So goes about yer business in a civilized fashion.  Makes with the “funny” talk. Don’t drink too much of the rum.  And leaves the old treasure map out for Old Nobeard Cullen to cast a weather eye upon.  Ye can trust me as far as ye can trust any pirate, arr.

Tis true, arr, tis true.

Um.  Arr.


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