
Aarrr! I bin shiverin’ me timbers out ’ere fer months now, but today be me reward. That’s right, mateys, ’tis Talk Like a Pirate Day! So ’ave at it ye scurvy dogs. I got two fine ships ’ere an’ the weather’s fair fer separatin’ unsuspectin’ landlubbers from their valuables.

Whoa, stab me vitals with a boat hook! Must ’ave ’it a patch o’ rough water, or I ran o’er that there Seven Bollard Reef again!
Posted fer Becky’s Squares: Seven. See more responses ’ere.



















