Ahoy, me Hearties! ‘Tis be here once again. Th’ day when I git to be tellin’ a tale wit’ words ye nah could imagine. Aye, it be ‘Talk Like a Pirate Day and here be the scuttlebutt.
Avast ye, in thar past me told ye ‘bout th’ Scurvy Dog who walked th’ plank. Today, me thinks me be tellin’ ‘bout that barnacle-covered soul, Paul.
This scallywag be lootin’ booty from followers o’ th’ Christ all through th’ land. He marched around wit’ his letters o’ marque takin’ no quarter. He be plunderin, pillagin’ and hornswagglin’ all across th’ land. ‘Til one day on his way to blow th’ man down, this landlubber meets the ghost on our quartermaster on the road he be walkin’, though he be supposed in Davy Jones’ Locker. The spirit of th’ Christ says “Why are you makin’ me walk th’ plank day aft day”.
Ahoy, Paul be blinded by the light fer days. The knave went without grub or grog, like he be three sheets to the wind, pondering the shot across his bow. Then, th’ bucco Ananias be givin’ him the rutters about this Christ fellow and he scuppered his old life right then and there. He be sailin’ far and wide spreadin’ the scuttlebutt o’ the Christ and the change that be his life.
It be for ye as well. Bring a spring upon her cable, and go on account with th’ Christ. Give up the false bounty and the black spot. Be ye searching for real treasure!
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be ministered unto you. Matthew 6:33 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)
Savvy?
Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!
Be finding th’ past TLAPD posts hither.
