Ahoy, me hearties!
It be that great, grand day once again, wherein we be encouraged to talk like pirates. Unlike all the rest of the long, dreary year where we be damned to the fate of land lubbers.
And on such a day I know what question be lurking in the damp recesses of ye hearts. What do buccaneers be readin', pray?
- How I Became A Pirate (Melinda Long/David Shannon)
It be important that we each recall how we came to the sweet trade.
- The Gold Bug (Edgar Allan Poe)
This be a cautionary tale if ever there was one. None but a scurvy dog would leave treasure marked so clearly by dead man's bones.
- Granuaile (Anne Chambers)
Any who seek port on the Emerald Isle would do well to know of the Pirate Queen, Grace O'Malley. Unless, of course, ye be wanting to walk the plank.
- Pirate Haiku (Michael P. Spradlin)
Don't be lettin' our fearsome demeanor fool ye. Pirates be lovin' poetry, or you can call me the son of a biscuit eater.
- The Book of Pirates (Jamaica Rose/Captain Michael MacLeod)
For days that find ye loaded to the Gunwales. It always be helpful to have ye a grasp of the guidelines.
Of course, this be only a small samplin' of the mental grog to be had. And there be more ships on the horizon. In but a year, I, for one, will be readin' Hook's Revenge. I be hopin' that his daughter goes after that crocodile wi' a wannion. And any who say the beast deserves different is a squiffy, scurvy dog!
Now it be time for me to go on the account. See ye on the seas!