Albatross

There’s this horrible shrieking noise coming from the computer next to me.

I wonder if there are consequences if one eats their wife?

I am somewhat lucky. By the laws of Physics I should by dead, but I seemed to have survived. I suppose that buying a round of drinks for the lot of you would b e good investment. (Perhaps with your minds sloshing about you will not notice my spelling errors.) So I offer up my last bit of coinage. Bartender, grog for them, hot tea for me!

Good day; I am known as Albatross, Mad Bird one of one. I have never pillaged a village, plundered a brig, of perished in a storm. In truth I have only been out to sea once, and in that two-week voyage the sea captured my heart. I have dreamed of going back ever sense. Perhaps I am just a hopeless romantic. And now I ask, how doses one become a Pirate?