Ahoy mateys! Most days, I watch my tongue right proper, but alas, it be a special day t’day. I be glad t’have heard the news. I trust our cap’n’s careful not ta let marauders steal our precious e-mails here. Aye, Dirty Sam Flint? As we be brothers in life, alas we also be brothers in piratin’. This be Red Davy Flint addressin’ ye. Avast! Barrin’ her pirate name, I’d not uv known if the bilge rat Mel was a lad or a lass. But ’tis a fine day at sea, a fine day ta be piratin’ … p’rhaps even in Penzance.
Aye there was a bit o’ confusion not long before ’bout the gender of Mel, along with her preference fer lads er lassies. You’d probably meet the rope’s end for calling her a lad nowadays, or she’d scupper you to be marooned.
Yarrr, I be bettin’ if ya were ta splice the mainbrace she’d be soarin’ the high seas again. Tisn’t it so thar Prudentilla?
Arrr! Tweren’t intending to offend. Shiver me timbers, p’raps I touched a nerve. Mel, Sam, Chris, and the like, such monikers can leave a lubber wondrin’. And it be pirate day — not a lot o’ lasses on the high seas, I reckon’, or not many as want to be there. But alas, I extend me heartiest apologies to the fair Mel. Me knows not about scupperin’, splicin’ the mainbrace, deadlights, and the like, but I’s also got no desire to learn in havin’ it done.
Curse me bleedin’ stump, ol’ Peg Leg Pete forgot to comment on me shipmates blog. Arrr, tis a sad day indeed. Floggin’ by a cat-o-nine should be me fate fer sure if not a keel haulin’ along the Dizzy Turtle. (and so on and so forth…)
avast me maties .walk the palnk what day it pirate day
Comment by Anonymous on October 10, 2003 @ 4:10 pm
Hmmm … apparently “liva” doesn’t understand pirate talk … or English. Dan — is this the work of some automated device or something, do you think, making these same/similar entries on three random threads of yours?