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    Thumbs up Avast, Ye Swabs!

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    haha, I mean ARRR!

    Cool link, if slightly scary people hehe
    Ta Muchly

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tobian
    Cool link, if slightly scary people hehe
    Tobian, belay that! Ye're ruinin' ITLAPD!

    Sad to say, I still 'aven't mailed me ITLAPD cards this year, but, by thunder, this'll still be the best ITLAPD ever!

    Now talk like pirates, ye monkey-buggerin' jackanapes, or I'll 'ave yer guts fer garters!
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    Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. Psalm 144:1

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    Arrr! Ye think ye be a pirate, ye scurvy dog, ye? Flyin' about, pretendin' te be th' Dutchman in ye're li'l Herky Pig, bah! Ye're just another land lubber tryin' te play wi' th' big boys!

    Davy Jones

    "Frightened? My dear, you are looking at a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe! I was petrified."
    -- The Wizard of Oz

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    Shiver me timbers! What will them scurvy dogs think up next?

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    *stumbles while brandishing sword*

    Walk d' plank 'forsh I *hic* poke yer belly f'ov 'olsh.

    *hic*

    Whersh me rum at?
    Drunken DM and the Speak with Dead spell: "No, I'm not the limed-over skeleton of the abbot, and no this special key in my boney fingers does not open the door to the secret treasury! ... Oh crap."

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    Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
    It's mighty drafty 'round Cape Horn
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    Oh, you pinks and posies
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    But it's round Cape Horn that we must go
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
    For that is where them whalefish blow
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    Oh, you pinks and posies
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    My dear old mother wrote to me
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
    Oh, son, dear son come home from sea
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    Oh, you pinks and posies
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    Now one more pull and that will do
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
    For we're the boys to pull her through
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

    Oh, you pinks and posies
    Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
    A brave little theory, and actually quite coherent for a system of five or seven dimensions -- if only we lived in one.

    Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone"

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    Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
    We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
    We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
    Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
    We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
    Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
    We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
    We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

    We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
    We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
    We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
    Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
    Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

    Padres beat Pirates

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    Long John Silver: When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
    My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation.
    Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier,
    My boy why not consider a more challenging career."

    Pirate Chorus: Hey ho ho
    You'll cruise to foreign shores
    And you'll keep your mind and body sound
    By working out of doors.
    Long John: True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without.
    All: And when you're a professional pirate,
    Bad Polly: That's what the job's about

    Long John: Now take Sir Francis Drake,
    The Spanish all despise him.
    But to the British he's a hero and they idolize him.
    It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good.
    And I see us as members of a noble brotherhood.

    Pirates: Hey ho ho
    We're honorable men
    And before we lose our tempers we will always count to ten.
    Long John: On occasion there may be someone you have to execute
    All: But when your a professional pirate
    Morgan: You don't have to wear a suit..... what?

    Mad Monty: I could have been a surgeon
    I like taking things apart.
    Bad Polly: I could have been a lawyer
    But I just had too much heart.
    Morgan: I could have been in politics
    'cause I've always been a big spender.
    Brando-looking Pirate: And me...I could have been a contender.

    Long John: Some say that pirates steal and should be feared and hated.
    I say we're victims of bad press it's all exaggerated.
    We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat,
    We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet.

    All: Hey ho ho
    It's one for all for one
    And we'll share and share alike with you and love you like a son.
    We're gentlemen of fortune and that's what we're proud to be,
    And when your a professional pirate...
    Long John: You'll be honest brave and free,
    The soul of decency,
    You'll be loyal and fair and on the square,
    And most importantly,
    All: When you're a professional pirate
    You're always in the best of company!

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    Th' sigh o' th' wind
    Green waves heavin' high
    Salt water sprayin'
    Th' gull's lonely cry

    Th' clap of a sail
    As th' prow dips 'n' rises
    A sky full o' stars
    Sunsets 'n' moonrises

    Can y' imagine a place i' th' world
    More fit fer princes 'n' kings?
    I'll give ye twelve castles
    An' diamond filled caves
    Fer a ship on th' waves
    An' th' joy that it brings

    Bright colors a-flyin'
    Black stormclouds a-risin'
    Th' view from th' masthead
    O' far blue horizons

    Th' shantyman's song
    Ringin' o'er th' foam
    Good shipmates laughin'
    When we anchor at home

    Can y' imagine a place i' th' world
    More fit fer princes 'n' kings?
    I'll give ye twelve castles
    An' diamond filled caves
    Fer a ship on th' waves
    An' th' joy that it brings
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    Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. Psalm 144:1

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    Better break out the the life preservers, looks like some people went overboard.

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