Yo Ho Ho!

Ahoy ‘n avast ye, landlubbers 'n old salts! Today be the official Talk Like a Pirate Day.

Stick t' it, unpack yer finest pirate-speak 'n ye won't be keelhauled, arrr!

But we still wants t' tell ye about the fat booty we made when we shot this two-master ripe fer plunder wit' three salvos on our way t' Nassau. So perk up yer eavesdroppers, aye!

Thar was plenty o' rum 'n gunpowder on that ship, which honourable pirates could ne'er refuse.

So thank ye, nameless cap'n we sent t' bathe in the soft purrin' waters o' the Caribbean, ye son of a biscuit eater. In the cap'n's cabin we found a natterin' parrot who chattered somethin' about "booty map" all the time 'n. Shiver me timbers, we widened our eyes when we found this map on the mess table. Best o' all, the booty was only half a day's journey away on a wee chunk here in the Caribbean.

So we handsomely loaded everythin' up, added Parrot t' the crew 'n smartly sailed t' this rock. 'n wha' did we find thar, arrr? A wee box wit' many o’ pieces o’ eight 'n a document in which a nobleman complained about how pirates could dare t' declare a pirate republic!

Honestly, wha' could be better than followin' the pirate code 'n livin' in a pirate republic, aye? Let this be our new name from now on: Pirates Republic!

Savvy?