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Hardin
Amarr
Imperial Dreams
Curatores Veritatis Alliance
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Posted - 2006.09.01 11:45:00 -
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For all you piratey types:
http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html
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Verone
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Posted - 2006.09.01 11:51:00 -
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Funny coincidence, but the 19th September is also my Mother's Birthday... 
Yarrrrr!11 
BACKSTORY AND FAN FICTION
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Verus Potestas
Caldari
Fiat Mort
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Posted - 2006.09.01 11:51:00 -
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yarr.org.uk is the UK website for it.
Also, amusing things happen if someone forgets the .uk
Hey that sig reminds me of my tempest - Xorus |
Tammarr
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Posted - 2006.09.01 12:35:00 -
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 Originally by: Verus Potestas
yarr.org.uk is the UK website for it.
Also, amusing things happen if someone forgets the .uk
OMG! YOU DESERVE THAT FATE FOR THIS!
(And now in a more mannerfull tone:
Please, dont say amusing things, say disgusting on par with the old goat guy )
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Verus Potestas
Caldari
Fiat Mort
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Posted - 2006.09.01 12:38:00 -
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I meant amusing for me. I'm amused right now...
Hey that sig reminds me of my tempest - Xorus |
Bermag
Point-Zero
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Posted - 2006.09.01 13:12:00 -
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If you need to learn how to talk like a pirate then try this site:
Pirate language translator
(If ye need t' learn how t' talk like a gentleman o' fortune then try this site:)
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Damien Smith
Turbulent
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Posted - 2006.09.01 13:18:00 -
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Avast ye' scurvy landlubbers!
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Join channel 'Turby' or die! (bring pie)
Mission running carebears drop good loot. Probe one out today!
I <3 carebears on toast ^^ - Xorus |
Dread PirateRoberts
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Posted - 2006.09.01 15:29:00 -
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Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee
Ho, for the Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee!
He was as wicked as wicked could be,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see!
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
His conscience, of course, was as black as a bat,
But he had a floppety plume on his hat
And when he went walking it jiggled - like that!
The plume of the Pirate Dowdee.
His coat it was handsome and cut with a slash,
And often as ever he twirled his mustache
Deep down in the ocean the mermaids went splash,
Because of Don Durk of Dowdee.
Moreover, Dowdee had a purple tattoo,
And struck in his belt where he buckled it through
Were a dagger, a dirk, and a squizzamaroo,
For fierce was the Pirate Dowdee.
So feaful he was he would shoot at a puff,
And always at sea when the weather grew rough
He drank from a bottle and wrote on his cuff,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
Oh, he had a cutlass that swung at his thigh
And he had a parrot called Pepperkin Pye,
And a zigzaggy scar at the end of his eye
Had Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
He kept in a cavern, this buccaneer bold,
A curious chest that was covered with mould,
And all of his pockets were jingly with gold!
Oh jing! went the gold of Dowdee.
His consience, of course it was crook'd like a squash,
But both of his boots made a slickery slosh,
And he went throught the world with a wonderful swash,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
It's true he was wicked as wicked could be,
His sins they outnumbered a hundred and three,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see,
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
- Mildred Plew Meigs
Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. |
Dread PirateRoberts
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Posted - 2006.09.01 15:33:00 -
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"TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY"
Words and Music Copyright 2003 by Tom Smith
Dedicated ta Cap'n Slappy an' Ol' Chumbucket, fer creatin' National Talk Like A Pirate Day (September 19th)
Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,
For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade my computer for rum! ARRR!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us for wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price to pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed. Yo ho ....
- Anyone see my keys?
- Just off the coast o' Florida, matey! ARRR!
Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Your ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"
Ye can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet,
So sing "Aye", "ARRR", and "Ayy", every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan! (raucous laughter)
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold your breath as we sends
you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go!
- Where IS Davy Jones' Locker, anyway?
- Right near Monkee Island! Arr, aye, arr....
We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!
When we hoist Jolly Roger the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!
- Ahoy, mateys! And Welcome ta "Iron Chef Pirate!"
Let's see the secret ingredient!
<GONNNG It's Barnacles!
- Oh ho! There'll be some cutting-edge cuisine!
- "AWK! AWK!" <bzzzzzz
- Hold still, Polly! I need this for me salad!
- Avast there, me bucko! Ye need CARROT shavings! CARROT!
- But Captain, I be on Atkins!
- Moron...
- And you! WHAT are ye doin' with that salmon?
- I'm grillin' it on a hunk o' cedar, what d'y'think?
- Ye CAN'T do that in a JAPANESE STIR-FRY, ye bilge rat!
- Oh HO! Ye never heard o' "wokkin' the plank"?
There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.
The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!
To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!
And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!
So hoist up the mainsails and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Yo Ho!
Happy Talk like a pirate day!!!
Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. |
Verus Potestas
Caldari
Fiat Mort
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Posted - 2006.09.01 15:40:00 -
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My pirate song > your pirate song:
Quote:
VERSE 1
I saw her standing there
The wind was rushing through her hair
Which glistened in the pale moonlight
We're sailing close to shore that night
So picture if you can the scene
A beauty only found in dreams
More beautiful that all the gold
I'd liberated from the hold
I stepped onto the shore
I had to know her name and more
Across the beach I swiftly ran
Silently I took her hand
I led her to the ship with me
We talked and gazed upon the sea
And as the night turned into day
I finally found the words to say...
CHORUS
That I'd love to let my anchor drop
Into your ocean blue
Won't you shiver me timbers
'Cause you've raised my mainsail too
And now my ship is full of seamen
If you'd like to meet the crew
Oh baby, won't you walk my plank tonight!
VERSE 2
She looked taken aback
But soon I had her in the sack
As smooth a boarding action
As had ever graced my faction
Well, our nights were filled with pleasure
I dug up her buried treasure
Excavated with my...trusty tool
There were no crabs in her rock pool
She found it scary
'Cause my sea monster was hairy
But I gave her pearls around her neck
She let me visit her **** deck
And then I took her to the crows' nest
Where I rummaged in her treasure chest
And as we gazed across the bay
Again I found the urge to say...
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I took her port, I took her starboard
But my ship was made of cardboard
And when I took her in the aft
It fell apart, so we made a raft
And we floated off into the dark
Poor lass was eaten...by a shark!
Lucky me was rescued instead
And to the captain's daughter I said...
CHORUS
ENDING
And now my telescope's extended
'Cause I've been looking at your view
I've got a barrel with your name on
And it's big enough for two
And now my mainbrace needs a splicin'
And so girl I say to you
Baby, won't you walk my plank
Baby, can I fill your tankard
Baby, won't you walk my plank tonight!
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Crest Tech
Pirate Coalition
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Posted - 2006.09.01 16:10:00 -
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el oh el
...ye scallawags
Originally by: "Crest Tech FTW"
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