I could tell by the way you starrred at my glass eye that you liked the strong silent type. I tried to avoid lookin' at yer from across the barrr, but I hadn't had a woman in months and was beginnin' to wonder if my tackle could still bring in the pretty fish. After my 19th glass of grog I was ready. As I made my way in your direction, I found that my land legs still hadn't quite kicked in and I slipped on some blood from the earlier skirrrmish (Someone should really get a deck hand to swab that up!). I hit my noggin pretty hard on the way down, but the way you rushed to my side and slowly slid your hand along my peg leg told me it was going to happen. "My goodness, my lady, you're prettier than the first sight of land on the horizon after a year at sea" (you weren't but I was drunk). Without a word, you helped me up and led me out back where you blew a little wind on my mast. "Aye Aye! AYE!", I screamed as the feeling overtook me. I'll never ferget yer. And I'll always have the scar from where ya stabbed me after ya robbed me to remember...


;)Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day