I celebration of Talk Like a Pirate Day, I sought out parlez with an old salt.
I found quite the bilge rat, stewing away at his grog. Peg leg, eye patch, hook for a hand, three sheets to the wind. To strike up a conversation, I asked him about his injuries.
"Aaar, me leg was lost a whalin'. Harpoon set and she took off, rope leading out, wrapped 'round me leg and that was that." He stomped the floor for effect.
"Me hook is from sharkin'. Pullin' in a Tiger, when the fella' takes one last nip at me."
So I ask him as well about the eye patch.
"Twas up in the Nest. A seagull comes by and poops in me eye." he scowls.
"That caused you to loose your eye?" I asked.
"Well, 'twas me first day with the hook."
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