`Tis nay ever’ tide that ye be fortunate enough t’ sail th’ high seas, holdin’ th’ meek slave t’ yer whims. Today be international talk like a Pirate day.

Make ‘t count ye scurvy dog. Tell yer cap’n to walk the plank, and b’ sure to take stock of yer booty!

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