"Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates."

Ahoy! Lea’e it t’ Mark Twain t’ know exactly what t’ say.

Fortunately, for we sorry landlubbers, thar’s a day each year when God – or, perhaps, Davey Barry – does permit us t’ be pirates. Tis’ International Talk Like a Pirate Day today – by far me fa’orite made-up holiday e’er.

Aye, me parrot concurs.

Arrr, so, t’ celebrate:

Get yer scurvy self t’ Facebook and change yer language t’ Pirate.


FBahoy  FBledger


Don yer striped stockings an’ three-cornered caps. Don’t you be wearin’ an eyepatch o’er yer deadlights if you’ll be needin’ depth perception, y’ addled swab.

TLAP working pirate

Don’t be forgetting yer mates – ev’ry seadog needs a friendly-type ear while on t’ account.


Fin’ly, be remembrin’ a few tips fer effecti’e swashbucklin:

  • Rape an’ pillage afore ye be burnin’.
  • Ne’er turn yer back on a drunken wench.
  • It’s when pirates count thar booty that they become mere thieves. (Thank ‘ee, Willie Bolitho.)

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