Aarr Haarr Mates, The two scaliwags wot thought up Talk Like A Pirate Day live just a few leagues from me home port here in Oregon. The local Ace hardware store was flying the Jolly Roger yesterday when I went to loot some supplies. They even had one of their vender's skeletons hanging from the balcony.

Avast ye landlubbers! Ye be keel hauled if ye did na give yer mateys their due. But the Cap'n be happy ta hand out a lesser punishment if ye be willing to swab the deck on yer hands an' knees.

Aarrgghhh!

Arr. Went to the ice cream-Allah link. Methinks the Barbary resident 'ad a bit o' a twist in 'is turban
an' 'is eyes was bugged fer shure. I be for sendin' back to school to read the Queen's English or sendin' 'im back to old Bailey.

Imagination be a powerful as John Lenin suggests.

John, son of Vladimir Illivitch? heh

Pirate talk, eh? As you wish...

Shiver me timbers, John, but ye rock!

Arrr! Ya be lettin' me down ya mangy beast! Don't be tellin' me you got no weapons suitable for a right pirate in that thar arsenal of your's.

Talk like a pirate? Not I, sir! I'm far too elegant and feminine for such a thing... ;)

I guess that means I shall have to be satisfied with the role of Lovely Wench, kidnapped by the Tough-But-Tender Pirate...who is in reality a Prince in Disguise. *grin*

[gag...that was even too much for ME!]

Too bad BK took that sideways doggie doo out of the market. I'd be the first one to line-up and buy me myself one. After yumm, the first things out of my lips would have been Allahu Akbar!

Fuzzy - I'm not tender-hearted. I'd have tossed ya to Neffi!

Argghhh!!!

My goodness, John... you are a pirate! ROFLMAO!

But you're certainly no Prince! ROFL

On a second thought, Neff would look smashing, with a cutlas, in between his blackened teeth.

HAGGRRRR!

...I'll bet John has six fingers on his right hand...

And I'll take all the wenches you can toss at me! For, um... re-settlement! Yeah, that's it...
(John, don't throw out yer old back, buddy...)

I DO have a cutlass, Boq- or a cutlass bayonet, to be exact- the Enfield Model of 1858. For issue to RN boarding parties...
Mebbe I need to floss more...

Hah! I'd just sell tickets to "The Wrassle in the Castle" and retire!

John's a very smart (and perceptive) man! LMAO!

HAGGRRR! I will rev-up the Willy Wonka Jell-o Syphon Pump for the Castle's 1st Annual Wrassle Fest!

Lioness, I note the 'ROF' has disappeared from yer tagline...
[ala Oil Can Harry] "COISES!!! Foiled again!!"
John- I know you elder folks need to retire early... nitey-nite, don't let the cordite bite
heh

This auld phart is at the office, working on a fantasy tale designed to entice the government to send money my way...

Neff,

The loss of the ROF was purely accidental, and not associated with your arrival in the least... I'm quite sure.

*snerk*

Felines have VERY long memories.

...offer to sell them the Dread Pirate Roberts franchise- works every time.
Bet it would tickle George's fancy, too...

Well, this one doesn't aim *quite* that high... and we're over limit on pages, so adding new offerings isn't in the cards - thanks for the idea, though!

...and I believe you, Lioness. Say, how much did you want for that bridge in New York?

Ah yes, the Enfield cutlass bayonet, M1858. Originally designed to equip Royal Navy boarding parties in order to give them an extra weapon in the rather probable event of CQC during a turbulent period of history.
The Enfield carbine was a single-shot muzzle-loading weapon; it was highly unlikely to be re-loaded during a 'hot' boarding incident. Mounted on the carbine, the combination could be used as a pike- and the bayonet was also quite functional as a cutlass when employed by itself, at a time when sailors were still taught and drilled in the use of that particular weapon of butchery...
this one was made in Solingen, Germany- as were most, under contract to HM government. Few were made, and they are highly sought after by those misguided souls that collect these things.
Don't get me started...

Blackfive links to a pirate quiz.

My score on the pirate quizz is at my blog. :)

Arrr, ye slack-arsed lobcock lubbers! Mind yer luff, there, the glass be fallin, and a hurricano comin up, likely. A Jonah's lift for Neffi, a taste o' his own physick! Aye, Davy Jones' locker's the berth for him!

Ok....last year while drivin' t' work, I was listenin' t' Hugh Hewitt (one o' me favorite talk radio hosts) and it was "talk like a pirate day".

He had one o' t' funniest programs that day. He kept hangin' up on callers who were tryin' t' discuss serious politics. But if they weren't talkin' like a pirate, he'd cut 'em short no matter how important t' substance o' what they wanted t' say, seemed t' be. Some had horrible pirate impersonations, and he'd hang up on those. Some would try t' just talk like a pirate at first Ahoy!, then get their talkin' points out in their regular voices, and he'd hang up on them as well.

So, t' memory o' that was such fun, I went into work talkin' like a pirate. As some o' you know, I work at a gymnastics club. T' sprogs got a real kick out o' it.

It's silly fun.

Sampans on the north bank in the weeds, Three-Five! Back seat sez bust 'em, but if they break east across the squiggley, they're out of the zone. Whoop! Lookit that secondary! Wonder what he had in *his* dufflebag?

Heh. Yankee Air Pirate talk...

I dunno about seeing Allah on the ice cream lid, though--looks more like the west end of an eastbound bumblebee...

Arrggghh! It be ashame that I missed talkin' 'bout mountin' on carbines! Aye! Could have had a right good time with that line and a bottle of rum.

I was the Cap'n: Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scallawag who stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You are Charlie's Angels without so much "Charlie" and decidedly light on the "Angel." Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone - Man, Woman or Individual of Transgender or indecipherable Sexual Identification - to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

Hang em from the yard arm Mr Bush!

Several of us reenacting types at Dragon Con have vowed to appear in two years hence in 1812 era Royal Marine uniforms so we can apprehend all those ruffians.

"Hang em from the yard arm Mr Bush!"
I disagree; Hornblower would never have given such an order!

Cheers
JMH