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Avast! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day yet again! Do ye remember a previous TLAPDs?
Oi've been as busy as a ship's boy wi' tha ship to clean afta the auld cap'n liberated a ship's worth o' grog an' invited all the pirate kings around! Here be a bit of the auld Conspiracy o' Pirate Kings:
Sophos: Avast! Magus, ye salty sea-dog, i be havin' a powerful hunger in me. I be thinkin' we should eat that thar chicken in the market
Magus: yarr, me pirate king, i be thinkin' tha' you an' i need to keep movin' away from all o' these here landlubbers
Sophos: Aye, magus, ye scurvy son o' a sea biscuit, i say we eat that chicken now!
Magus: Me pirate king, if ye'll let me, oi'll find a grand big ship ta hang ya hammock in, off've this here road, and we can tuck inta that chicken thar. Maybe swig down some grog too, if it please ye. I be havin' hundreds of dubloons an' pieces of eight to be keepin' ye supplied with roast chicken. And grog and wenches.
Sophos: Avast! We be knowin' who the power behind this thar pirate king is then, ye swashbucklin' privateer
Magus: ye be eatin' more than that scurvy auld sea dog Gen be eatin' that time we broke him outa tha brig
Sophos: Aye, I be seein' how he was afeelin'. Yarr, ye lily livered cockroach, be ye finishin that thar chickin-leg?
Magus: Avast, Sophos, stop ye starin' at it, ye mangy bilge rat pirate king
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Ahoy, me maties! I be invitin' ye ta write ye own!
Oi've been as busy as a ship's boy wi' tha ship to clean afta the auld cap'n liberated a ship's worth o' grog an' invited all the pirate kings around! Here be a bit of the auld Conspiracy o' Pirate Kings:
Sophos: Avast! Magus, ye salty sea-dog, i be havin' a powerful hunger in me. I be thinkin' we should eat that thar chicken in the market
Magus: yarr, me pirate king, i be thinkin' tha' you an' i need to keep movin' away from all o' these here landlubbers
Sophos: Aye, magus, ye scurvy son o' a sea biscuit, i say we eat that chicken now!
Magus: Me pirate king, if ye'll let me, oi'll find a grand big ship ta hang ya hammock in, off've this here road, and we can tuck inta that chicken thar. Maybe swig down some grog too, if it please ye. I be havin' hundreds of dubloons an' pieces of eight to be keepin' ye supplied with roast chicken. And grog and wenches.
Sophos: Avast! We be knowin' who the power behind this thar pirate king is then, ye swashbucklin' privateer
Magus: ye be eatin' more than that scurvy auld sea dog Gen be eatin' that time we broke him outa tha brig
Sophos: Aye, I be seein' how he was afeelin'. Yarr, ye lily livered cockroach, be ye finishin that thar chickin-leg?
Magus: Avast, Sophos, stop ye starin' at it, ye mangy bilge rat pirate king
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Ahoy, me maties! I be invitin' ye ta write ye own!
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Date: 9/19/10 10:15 pm (UTC)I woudld love to write my own, but I don't think I could live up to it.
That was hilarious. :D
-Tencups-i-swear
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Date: 9/19/10 10:32 pm (UTC)Re: In the iterests of science
Date: 9/19/10 10:40 pm (UTC)Um, does anyone know how to get to the Klingon class?
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Date: 9/19/10 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/20/10 12:51 am (UTC)Attolia: What are you doing.
Gen: Arrrrr, I be a pirate t'day, beauty. Even got the hook for me hand, y'see!
Attolia: You do realize you've still got a hand left that is perfect for removal.
Gen: ...I'll be good.
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Date: 9/20/10 04:01 am (UTC)Gen: No I'll catch em in me hand, like a true terror o' the seas! Twas a nice boat ride, nay?
Attolia: Arrr....
Gen: But! Before ye take th' knives and slice me stem t' stern, me lass, I wants t' tell ye that I'm much enamoured o' ye!
Attolia: Arr! Ha ha ha!
Gen: By the seven sails o' Sounis, tis true. But get ye t' there stairs, for we be climbin them till the parrot chirps its last.
Attolia: Ye scurvy, slimy, slinkin scoundrel! Why, ye'd steal th' figuehead from the devil's ship, ye would!
Gen: And we climbed the stairs as the seas broiled round us like th' roiling coils of a sea monster, arrr. Me lass the queen glared with the sharp eyes o' the Kraken hunter o' the Middle Sea, but arr, twas me who was always but one step o'head o' her!
Attolia: Arrr, those canon o' yer pirate cuz Eddis made me want ter swab th' deck!
Gen: Twas wood they were made of! Nothing more than the stuff o' the barrels o' brandy in me cabin!
Attolia: Arrr, a bastard unfit t' steer a ship is what ye are!
Gen: Aye? T'ain't anything I know of.
Attolia: ARRR! I'LL MAKE YE WALK TH' PLANK, BY MIRAS'S MIGHTY MOTHER!!!
Gen: The more rungs o' the latter ye descend, me lass, the more we must scurry up!
[Well THAT was fun. Thanks for the message in the bottle; I had no idea it was such a special day!]
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Date: 9/20/10 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/24/10 01:54 am (UTC)I missed it! It's too late!
Shiver me timbers and set the moonrakers! Splice the mainbrace! Holystone the deck or I'll keelhaul the lot of ye!