I be sailin' me great, grand ship on the high seas, me hearties, tryin' to earn me doubloons like a true buccaneer, an' I be invitin' all ye sprogs to join me-- unless ye be a lily-livered, scurvy landlubber! Arrr! But if ye don't shy away from a great, grand swashbucklin' adventure , an' ye heart ain' too afeared to risk o'travelin' towards Fiddlers Green, then climb aboard, me matey. Yo-ho-ho! Raise the Jolly Roger! Weigh Anchor! Sail ho!
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ReplyDeleteCan I say I am now very, very afraid of you:)
Ye be the very squiffy I be referrin' to when I speaks of lily-livered landlubbers! Ye ought to be afeared, 'cause there's a keelhaulin' awaitin' for ye, now that ye've dared to come aboard, ye scurvy dog! And thar be a floggin' awaitin' fer ye too! But ye'll be spared walkin' the bloody plank, 'cause after ye've had a visit from the cat o' nine tails, I be glad to have ye for me mate, 'cause ye be a blaggard that can hold her grog. Aye, we'll be havin' a great, grand time, ye bombastic scallywag!
ReplyDeleteI've been walkin the docks waitin for a ship and crew like yours. Fiddlers Green sounds like a place worth seein. I'm aboard and itchin for some high sea adventure!
ReplyDeleteAye, ye be most welcome, me saucy buccaneer! Climb aboard! Ye won't be a'swabbin' the poop deck today, me hearty! We be a'sailin' toward the sunrise!
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