'is 'ere Pirate be celebratin' by risin' from me rack a bit later 'n usual...!
But, fear not, ye denizens o' the good ship PoMo, if ye 're t' be a good Pastafarian an' Pirate, this is yer day t' get yer pegleg polished, find yer cleanest eye patch an' get yer parrot t' shake th' dust from 'is feathers an' hoist a grog 'er two...it'll 'elp ye t' get th' Pirate's lingo 'n t' yer day's palaverin'.
'tis a grand day!
Be th' Pirate ye were meant t' be on 'is day, an' any other time th' mood strikes!
Avast, ye! Come aboard, we be Splicin' th' Main Brace!
We'll keep th' gangplank at th' ready, fer our friends, an' no ne'er do wells 'll dare t' tread th' decks o' this vessel!! Keelhaulin' bilge rats and scalawags be our specialty, y'know...
'is 'ere Pirate be celebratin' by risin' from me rack a bit later 'n usual...!
But, fear not, ye denizens o' the good ship PoMo, if ye 're t' be a good Pastafarian an' Pirate, this is yer day t' get yer pegleg polished, find yer cleanest eye patch an' get yer parrot t' shake th' dust from 'is feathers an' hoist a grog 'er two...it'll 'elp ye t' get th' Pirate's lingo 'n t' yer day's palaverin'.
'tis a grand day!
Be th' Pirate ye were meant t' be on 'is day, an' any other time th' mood strikes!
Avast, ye! Come aboard, we be Splicin' th' Main Brace!
We'll keep th' gangplank at th' ready, fer our friends, an' no ne'er do wells 'll dare t' tread th' decks o' this vessel!! Keelhaulin' bilge rats and scalawags be our specialty, y'know...
Aboot tyme ye raised yer barnacled arse outa bed there laddie! The winds are fair and the sun is shining! There be monsters below, so watch yerself and keep the riggin' straight!
'Tis a grand day indeed!
Gangplank ye say... nae who wouldst we send tae Davy Jone's locker today?
Aye,... what weel ye be wantin' fer yer mornin' repast?
'is 'ere Pirate be celebratin' by risin' from me rack a bit later 'n usual...!
But, fear not, ye denizens o' the good ship PoMo, if ye 're t' be a good Pastafarian an' Pirate, this is yer day t' get yer pegleg polished, find yer cleanest eye patch an' get yer parrot t' shake th' dust from 'is feathers an' hoist a grog 'er two...it'll 'elp ye t' get th' Pirate's lingo 'n t' yer day's palaverin'.
'tis a grand day!
Be th' Pirate ye were meant t' be on 'is day, an' any other time th' mood strikes!
Avast, ye! Come aboard, we be Splicin' th' Main Brace!
We'll keep th' gangplank at th' ready, fer our friends, an' no ne'er do wells 'll dare t' tread th' decks o' this vessel!! Keelhaulin' bilge rats and scalawags be our specialty, y'know...
Aboot tyme ye raised yer barnacled arse outa bed there laddie! The winds are fair and the sun is shining! There be monsters below, so watch yerself and keep the riggin' straight!
'Tis a grand day indeed!
Gangplank ye say... nae who wouldst we send tae Davy Jone's locker today?
Aye,... what weel ye be wantin' fer yer mornin' repast?
Belay th' bone soup 'n hard tack...
It be a special day, muster one o' th' galley wenches t' dispatch one o' th' hens below in th' hold, an' let's fry 'er up!
Er, that'd be th' hen destined fer th' cast iron, not th' galley wench...
'is 'ere Pirate be celebratin' by risin' from me rack a bit later 'n usual...!
But, fear not, ye denizens o' the good ship PoMo, if ye 're t' be a good Pastafarian an' Pirate, this is yer day t' get yer pegleg polished, find yer cleanest eye patch an' get yer parrot t' shake th' dust from 'is feathers an' hoist a grog 'er two...it'll 'elp ye t' get th' Pirate's lingo 'n t' yer day's palaverin'.
'tis a grand day!
Be th' Pirate ye were meant t' be on 'is day, an' any other time th' mood strikes!
Avast, ye! Come aboard, we be Splicin' th' Main Brace!
We'll keep th' gangplank at th' ready, fer our friends, an' no ne'er do wells 'll dare t' tread th' decks o' this vessel!! Keelhaulin' bilge rats and scalawags be our specialty, y'know...
Aboot tyme ye raised yer barnacled arse outa bed there laddie! The winds are fair and the sun is shining! There be monsters below, so watch yerself and keep the riggin' straight!
'Tis a grand day indeed!
Gangplank ye say... nae who wouldst we send tae Davy Jone's locker today?
Aye,... what weel ye be wantin' fer yer mornin' repast?
Belay th' bone soup 'n hard tack...
It be a special day, muster one o' th' galley wenches t' dispatch one o' th' hens below in th' hold, an' let's fry 'er up!
Er, that'd be th' hen destined fer th' cast iron, not th' galley wench...
*phew
aye aye sir!
*goes down to galley tae yell at said galley wench to haul herself into the task of chasin' doon that scurvy chicken that be running aroond the aft section.
arrrrrrrrrrrrrr... the cook has fried the wandrin' hen and was duly tender after much beating.. of the chicken not the cook... we thanked the FSM for the food set afore us. RAmen...RAmen!