|Percy & Marcus|
Cyndi: Visiting landlubbers can have a dreg o' rum on us today. Oh, wait, thee cork fell out of thee barrel and thee rum spilled in that big storm last week.
Merci: Yarr! We don't really have anything to serve our visitors today, do we?
Cyndi: Blimey! Nay. What grub didn't fall overboard in thee storm, we stashed away for today's party, but Marcus found it.
Merci: Shiver me timbers! So thar's nothing left for thee party, is thar?
Cyndi: Not a morsel.
Merci: Alas! We'll just have to thank visitors for coming by and tell them thar's a party on thee 3rd pirate galleon to our right, although we're not sure if it's a frivolous party or a walk thee plank party.
Cyndi: Perhaps we should skip that one and advise them to do thee same, but thar's a big party just a mile downriver.
Merci: Wait, isn't that thee pirate galleon whar everyone got so three sheets to the wind last year thar was a huge fight and half thee participants fell overboard and drowned?
Cyndi: Right. I'd forgotten about that. We can cross that off thee list too.
Merci: Ahoy! How about if we forget about sending visitors to another galleon to party and just send out for pizza?
Cyndi: Blimey! Fine. How many visitors be we expecting? Er ... how will we pay for the pizzas?
Merci: We could plunder thee Pirates Nest Bar for loose swag. Drunken pirates be always dropping doubloons and trinkets.
Cyndi: That's a tough bar. On second thought, let's just turn off thee poop deck light and hide thee welcome mat.
Merci: Alas! Ye git thee light. I'll turn over thee mat.
|Graphic by Ann of Zoolatry.|
Thank you to this year's hosts for Talk Like A Pirate Day, Pirate Louisdog Armstrong and Matey Bear Cat.