Avast ye matey’s. This here 19th day of September is me definite bane. Landlubbers, idlers, and all sorts of hornswogglers be all awash with “ahhhrrs, ‘n aaaarrrrs, ‘n g’yarrrs today. Belay, ye lily-livered, scalywags. Dern’t natter ‘n blather like a pirate today.
Aye me hearty, Cap’n has some booty t’ show lots o’ pirates. Thars a book “the Barbary Pirates” ‘n also dis book “Famous Pirates”. Theese ‘r the Pirate’s Code, thay ‘r … ‘n be written’ from Land-ho-(Mark) books from Random House from the 1950’s and 60’s. Both be a-telling of old-salts ‘n buccaneers.
When I was laid up with schoolin’ at Westfield Gaul-marooned in Winthrop Harbor I was-all the lads and lassies swaggered to the library to fetch treasures as these.
Aye but keelhauled I’ll be, if’n I don’t toss doubloons to me lovely wench, me proud beauty, Meems. Her birthday be today. Shiver me timbers, she can be a Kraken when put in with grog. Savvie?
This being ‘er new jug-a gift o’ plunder fer drinking bilgewater.
Ahhhhhh, but to hide the rum from guards…me-thinks a hidden jug be insides! Wha’ they dunno won’t hurt ’em. A pirates life fer me. Cheers t’ all. Let’s ‘ave rum.
Fair winds to ye! Thank ye fer readin’.
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