By the great, grand powers of seven sick swine, 'tis time to apply me sweet swashbucklin' trade once again.I go thar wi' a wild and wick'd wannion to pillage pig villages and eat their scurvy brains like cancer'd bacon.
('Tis the nature of a buccanneer.)
If squiffy or sprog should ask who keelhaul'd the privateers, tell them 'tis I, the vicious Cap'n Red Eye!
Me furner's furnace be burnin'. Aye, until the black spot withers . . . to the New World we go!
3 comments:
Most excellent Pirat-eez, ye matey!
Pillage on! And, may the grand powers of the seven sick swine be with you!
I like the facial hair! It's a good look for you.
Looks like I'm finally wearing off on ya, ye scurvy con of a scabberous dog! ARRRRR!
love,
Skilly
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