Arr, Matey! Today be that most illustrious of days where you can hoist yer rum to the the Jolly Roger and skip washin’ fer a day or three. Today, as the mate in the crow’s nest keeps a weather eye out for ships to pillage, we’ll play the hornpipe and drink, tellin’ all sorts of foul lies about the enemies we bested and the booty we stole.
As a loyal crew, you should know I has a love of pirates and all things piratey. And as yer Captain, I’m requesting ye come join the fun, lettin’ out yer inner pirate.
So let’s hear yer best pirate speak in them comments, or me terrifying first mate, Crazy Eye Becca will tenderize yer shank with a keel haulin’, ye pack of scaberous, scurvy-ridden dogs! ARRRRRR!