Talk Like a Pirate in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-Six

Is it raining frogs, or cats and dogs, or even blood to-day?
Fear not! 'Tis only International Talk Like a Pirate Day!
If ye think ye spy with thy little eye, sea monsters in the bay,
Fear not! 'Tis only International Talk Like a Pirate Day!
When sea hags or sirens or surly old tritons threaten thy flesh to flay,
Fear not! 'Tis only International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Talk Like a Pirate in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-Five

Ahoy! 'Tis the day after International Talk Like A Pirate Day, and I may deserve to be keelhauled for the effrontery of forgetting such an auspicious holiday, but I'll make amends and wish you a Belated International Talk Like A Pirate Day in the hopes you'll spare a scurvy seadog who had to labor that day without the company of a single living soul... on a desert isle as 'twere.

Arrrrrrrrrrrr!

Talk Like a Pirate in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-Four

Looking astern from this here vessel on the sea of Time, it appears I failed to chart the Isle of International Talk Like a Pirate Day in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-Three, so I'll be observing that elusive land with twice the jollity this year.

Arrrrrrrr!

Talk Like a Pirate in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-Two

International Talk Like a Pirate Day it be, and those who neglect their seafaring patois are landlubbers the lot of them. Arrrr!

(As a side note and reminder to myself, today also marks a momentous change in my life. A good change.)

Talk Like a Pirate in the Year of Our Lord Twenty Hundred and Twenty-One

'Tis International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which I nearly missed on account of being marooned on this metaphorical desert isle where nary a message of piratical origins has reached this wretched soul for longer than I can recollect. When have I last crossed cutlasses, fired a cannon, or buried any treasure? I cannot say, but it has been far too long, arr, far too long. I hope this message, tucked in an empty rum bottle, finds ye well, and I well hope ye can find me here whilst I'm still amongst the living and not a pile of sun-bleached bones.