Avast ye scurvy dogs! Surrender, or it’ll be the plank for the lot of ye!

I love that man. If I’d had him for a high school science teacher, he coulda made me not suck at science.

und immer eine steife Brise mit dich!

They’re only doing this because they think that if there were more pirates the global temperature would fall.

I’ve got a booty, and a chest, but no chest full of booty. That sounds like an unnatural composite.

AND, it’s my birthday!!! How cool is that?

Did you know that pirates like to live in well-insullated houses?

‘Cause they really like the ARRGH-value.

[elaborate rimshot, with siren whistle and cowbell sound effects}

Yarrr. Wha’ kind o’ pirates be thar in a land tha’ be landlocked? Yer perfesser be no pirate! A poseur, he be! Put him in Davy Jones locker. As fer ye scurvy dogs, ye be not fit t’ buckle none o’ me swashes, fer I be the Hottest Young Scourge o’ th’ seven Internets!

Yarr!

Yosef! Best pirate name EVAH!

Yarr, thank be t’ ye GregH, ye scurvy lubber.

But nex’ time, ye be addressin’ me as Cap’n or ye be walkin’ th’ plank.

Arrr Cap’n. This here seems a fair bog for boardin’ not much booty but we need the practice!!!!

Yarr, ’tis true, me matey. These here lubbers be needin’ t’ larn manners an’ me cutlass be havin’ th’ lesson plan!

Avast!

They be a pack of cobaggos, indeedy aroun these parts! This here’s a lee shore I tells you. Lubbers, one and all. I spit me own rum out jus thinking about the lot of them. Run them through I says, an’ run them up the yardarm. The black spot, the black spot for all the scurvy curs!

Aye, Capt. Piratepants. Ye be remindin’ me o’ one o’ them creatures tha’ be sittin’ under th’ bridge. One time I were passin’ thro’ th’ river on th’ way t’ me secret hideout when me spotter eyed one o’ yer types from th’ crow’s nest. I gave me crew th’ signal an we launched a volley o’ me light guns at the poor soul an’ we never seen hide nor hair o’ th’ likes o’ him again. So me warnin’ t’ ye is be off now, afore PeglegGreg an’ meself send ye down fer a dinner wit Davy Jones, ye scallywag.

Arr, we pirates be very democratic and shares our booty. Um, jolly roger?

Arr, we pirates be very democratic and shares our booty. Um, jolly roger?

I be sharin’ me booty wit me mateys. 99% fer meself an’ 1% fer th’ others! But be ye careful, lassie when ye invokes th’ name o’ the pirate flag. Th’ be worse than a ice cream cone wit a heretic’s quote writ in th’ tongue o’ another.

I be sharin’ me booty wit me mateys.Arr but ye told me that we were exclusive first mateys. Slut!

Ahoy there. Where’s me grog?

Sorry Matey but I drank your grog too. It’s the pirate thing to do!

Yarr, yer grog be my grog. A grogger’s life is th’ life fer me!

Sorry Matey but I drank your grog too. It’s the pirate thing to do!

Aye, wha’ kind o’ pirate be goin’ aroun’ apologizin’ an’ beggin’ fergiveness fer takin’ another’s grog? I’m havin’ me doubts abou’ ye, PegLeg.

I do have a higher resolution version of the photo for the photoshoppers…just ask.

Yarr, perfesser. Why be ye givin’ interviews when ye could be plunderin’?

At last she flies!!! This bog is ours now me mateys. Bwahhahahahah!

Be ye expectin’ ta take overrrrr this bog, me hearty?

Tha black-jack been flyin’ overrrr this ship since before ya stepped foot on ‘er, and if’t ain’t so, call me Lollypop an’ shizzle my dizzle….

Arr, prepare to meet your maker Lollypop!!!! *draws cutlass*

*Timeout* Yeah, instead of brick red he looks like Caspar in that photo.

Cap’n Yosef has clearly been waiting for this day all year. And rightly so: I bet Justin Darr’s pirate name somehow alludes to Spongebob Squarepants.

I love Atrios. He reminds me of the guy in the Geico ads.

Arr! Ya called me Lollypop!

He’s likely ta turn up here soon, ya know, so none o’ that Caspar talk, arrr?

Aye, ixnay on the asparcay!

Yarr, I see me hearty, PegLegGreg can speak one o’ th’ other tongues. He must be a very cunning linguist.

An’ Lollypop, we’ll be ‘avin’ this bog now! No quarter!

Good dig, petercollada! (Er, um . . . Arrgh!)