‘Tis the day where all you jacks can act loaded to the gunwales wi’ a wannion! There be no scurvy dog sayin’ to curb yer tongue.
It’s the dawn to dark where the Jolly Roger flies higher. Any scallywag who
says other can dance the hempen halter.
Arr, I’s goin’ to raise a cup of the grog and find a swaggy! I’s goin’ to stomp me boots and throw m’voice t’the futtock shrouds! Blast the monkey, ne’er let me black jack empty and let the grog flow with all m’hearties!
What be yer wish on this morn to even’? What be yer devise with yer matey’s?
Post yer scribbles, don’t hold back!
Avast! Yer feelin’ dumb and need some learnin’ with yer Pirate Speak?
Here’s a hand me hearties!
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