Avast Ye Land Lubbers

Ahoy maties.
Arrr poor timing we do have for Talk Like A Pirate Day. Had it been this time next week a lovely time I could have had with the bilge rats at school. A right bunch of little pirates they are.
As it is The Capt'n is considering a wee piratical digression away from all that is Holy (ELs) and a bit more keel hauling and treasure seeking like. Horn pipes will be danced and loud cries of aye aye Capt'n when instructed to tote that barge and lift that bale...ooops into a musical not to the Carribean. The Jolly Roger will be flown and a few eye patches,hats and hooks may appear.
Arrr...feeling all ready to set to sail and pillage (ie...make them clean out their tubs) and read Piratology. I will make battle plans and find the whip...the bosuns mate will be allowed to punish any naughty pirates....Arrrr Jim lad.
Or AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH if Jim is the Lad being punished.
Shiver me timbers. Our grub will be salted pork and weevil bread. I wonder if 2paw can cook weevil bread....I know she can do hard tack
Yo ho ho and a bottle of Brown Bros Crouchen. Time for my grog ration.
I can see some fun with this....(sssshhhhhh can't have fun at school- it is against the law of ELs...all must be serious and worthy. Well Johnny Depp is worthy of a good oogling over and that will have to count for something!!!!!!)
Land ho .... am going ashore to negotiate with Capt'n Hornblower.