Ye know it's Talk Like a Pirate day, don't ye? So make with th' piratical sounds, and look lively. Some news hereabouts:
Arrrr, and sure it be coldenflu season, mitey. Be you a-queuin’ for a jab, or be ye a squab what hopes he can avoid th’ grippe? Every lubber what gots a nose is in peril, me hearties; get ye a poke of the doc-grog or you’ll be hawkin’ up barnacles, and a terrible sound it is, an office full of the damned and the sick. Sounds like Davey jones a-knockin’ booty with a squid.
Choose ye a button, eh? ‘Tis for a good cause, and that cause be treasure. It’s always some bilge rat what gets the treasure, never a fine and true pirate who earns it the old fashioned way. Namely by smitin’ the varlet with a taste of the tails, and takin’ the plunder for his own self. Arrrrrr.
We be settin’ sail for the blue beyond, but come along side after the sun passes over th’ yardarm for some pictures what carry a terrible curse – they move before your very eyes, they do. Some call it a “video,” they do, and they tell tales of men who went mad while watchin’ it, because the thing kept “bufferin’.” I’ll be a haddock if I know what that means, but it sounds right painful.
Arrr and out.


pirate talk
James, do you have some kind of pirate-English text converter on your Mac, or did you spend a week or so researching all that pirate-speak? I'm amazed. And trying really, really hard not to laugh out loud at, "Sounds like Davey jones a-knockin’ booty with a squid," because I'm in training, and I don't think the instructor would understand.