Ahoy mateys!

Shiver me timbers, today (September 19) is "talk like a Pir-r-r-rate day"!

Blimey, you say?

Listen up me hearties, For me bucko's not sure of the cap'ns wishes, a cat o'nine tails comes to all swabbies not taking the booty.

Gangway and hoist the Jolly Roger handsomely.  Tell the lookout to watch for land lubber's in the spyglass.  Argh, no quarter!

We shall feed the fish, argh, at Davy Jones' locker after we capture the Piece of Eight.  Argh, dead men tell no tales.

Fair winds old salt, now fetch me a wench, or kiss the gunner's daughter.

Splice the mainbrace!  Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

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