Aye there be tales of grandure to be told over my table this day. I shall have me mate bring the rum and we loose our Debochery. Raise high your glass ya scurvey dogs and tell your tales to all. For I be feelin genorous this day an offeren me own drink to ye! But iffen you take glass and not a storie have , I shall loose my dogs or war!
So come one come all and hear the tales of the dread Pirates!
The night was warm that mid summers eve, too warm. I was in me cabin restin me bones from the day before. The sweet trade had been good to us so far. Up above midships the two mates on gaurd watch where heavy into drink as was most of the crew that night.
Now I bid the rest of ye to either finish this tidbit or to come wit yer own.
theres drink to be had and bards to hear!
So please drink wit me and enjoy my table!
Capt. Tark