Aarrrrrrrghh! Ahoy, Mateys!

I be jumpin' the gun to wish all yee hearty lubbers an' grog-suckin' plank walkin' trash talkin' Pond Meisters a scurvy-free International Talk Like a Pirate Day! 'Specially to me Kidd brothers, Bloody William an' Black Jack, an' e'en ol' Guvnor Davidson. May yer cutlasses be 'err sharp an' shiny an' the Sun always come up on the right side o' yer yardarm!

An' now Bloody Sam Kidd be off to his 'ammock fer sum early shuteye.

Aarrrrrrghhh!

"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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