Tuesday, September 19, 2006
A Pirate's Short Day
Arrr, today is a 'ery fine day, if you're a pirate. With the wind in our sails, the sea before us, we will ride the wa'es and scuttle us some ships for their treasures. My first mate is takin' the helm for the first time since comin' aboard last year. He's a young man and does a good job keepin' the other ingrates in line. Wait, I see a ship t' the starboard. Tis flyin' a British flag. Oh no! Mo'e o'er mate, let me take the wheel. We must outrun that lady, or she'll send us t' Davy Jones locker. Today we run for our lives, tomorrow will be a new day for pillagin' the ships on the high sea. Aye, me parrot concurs.