Avast ye scurvy landlubbers! ‘tis be day me hearties ’n me have been itchin’ fer many a fortnight. Tis be th’ shore leave o’ talk like a pirate day. Shiver me timbers! That’s correct, Sunday be Talk Like A Pirate Day.
If ye be thinking me be addled, belay that ‘n handsomely use ye deadlights to read on.
Lads and Lassies, We have been giv’n much loot and have much t’ g’ve. Take ye a gander at what th’ old salt Paul says in Galatians. Blimey!
Arr, ye, me brothers, war called t’ be free. But do not use your freedom pillaging, looting and chasing swag; rather, swab th’ decks with ye buckos in love. T’ entire law be summed up in a sin’le command: “Love ye mateys as yeself.” Galatians 5:13-14
Avast, me don’t think we just lay ‘bout and become shark bait. Gar, me hearties, press on smartly ‘n honor th’ pieces of eight ye have been given
Fair Winds to ye now ye dogs!