It's the St. Patrick's day for the barbary coast.
Ahoy, maties! I only be havin’ a moment ‘fore I weigh anchor and set sail to rendez-vous with Little John and the rest of his scurvy crew, but it would be ill indeed to let this day pass without a resounding “Arrr!”
*Arrrrr* Hoist a few mugs of grog for me matey!
Ahoy, Jer, and don’t forget that we landlubbers be waitin’ for some bootleg pirate dvd swag. Arr!
Ahaarrr! For some of it it be ‘Talk like a scallywag day,’ and I be tryn’n. Tho you be havin less syllables than me dead parrot.
Aaaarrrh, I be lookin’ fer crew. Scuttlebutt is that a certain baby sister of two o’ th’ reg’lars here is a right sound wench, wot knows ‘er way about a boat. Sure, she may be studyin’ to become sawbones, but when she ain’t studyin’, she could make ‘erself right useful on board Black Magic.
Scurvy Bob and Icy Bill, I kin guarantee I’d pertect yer lil’ sis agin’ any hobbledehoy wot might make a move on ‘er. Jes’ let me know how to find her.