All year-long, I be tellin' me wench about September 19. It is the one day of the year when I can really let me true self shine, it is!
Are ye interested in this here special day but not sure how to get started? Not sure ye got any talent for Pirate talk? Afraid I be making ye walk the plank if ye skuttle yer skippers and don't get it just right, are ye? Well, let me help. Helpin others is a pirate's true goal in life, ye know.
What's the letter after "Q"?
What do most people be drivin' to work in?
Who used to be the king of Russia?
What be that black gooey stuff on top of the road?
See now, ye be gettin' the hang of it, eh?
So, tomorrow, the nineteenth of September, I'm hopin' ye won't be a landlubber. It be a truly special day, it be. Let's all wake at the zenith of the moon, weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! Thar's a storm a brewin' and pirate talk to be talked.
Unless, of course, yer three sheets to the wind.
Argh. Are ye' savvy, ye scalawag?