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Aye, and here it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, me hearties!
Iff’n ye be of th’ landlubber sort, feast yer eyes on this filter, or if ye be a scurvy dog of another sort, here be a Gangsta to Pirate translator.
And don’t ye be forgettin’to get ye self a Pirate Name
’cause if ye don’t, ye’ll have Bloody Mary Read after ye to string ye up on the yardarm!
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Shiver me timbers!
Aye, that be me! Black William Kidd, at yer service, m’lass.
Last spring we were in Jamaica. All the tour guides love to talk about the pirates. But they really don’t want to talk about Bob Marley.
Gotta go – time to ration the grog.