There be 364 Talk like a Landlubber Days

Why there be such a day as this, the listing ninteenth of the ninth month, I will never know. Be it finally a time to appriciate the intracacies of our beloved spoken word? Or perhaps it be some sort of game down playin the role of an honest Pirate in these lawless times. No matter, the mockery don't bode well, and feeds the fire brewin deep in the Crusaders cannons!

This here mockery of the very letters that the lord cursed us with makes a true sea farin laddie such as meself sick to the depts of his very soul. Why these poor deluded pretenders stain the nobel persuit of plunder is as mysterious as a pair of giant squid a matin. Aye, that be something no mortal should ever have to see...

Cap'n Moab

If this be swill, then pigs be pearls

Puttin back a few o them sparklin barleys, and I be the first to say that it do feel good to have the blood a flowin with just that lil bit less o that resistance, as it were.

A few more, a, dear Davey, won't need no boat to be doin me floatin fer me! Tis a shame that the last little bit o' work fared so badly. Now we be left with ner a ducket for the next flaggon. No matter, tis not the frist my men and I have fallen into this sort of shiftless squander. If the God be a blowin' our sails true, we be not long in this squalid state of affiars. For, as the fires nurishes our corpses, we shall soon be bathing in the sparkle of gold. Bathing in a pool so deep one could easily drown.

Ahhh, to drown in gold! Tis the way to go for a man like me...

Moab