Imagine for a moment that you are a pirate and you try to make a sexual innuendo… but it just didn’t come out quite right…
“You make my deck long for a scrubbin!”
“Arrgh! There be a sunken chest!”
“Yarrgh, I’ll drink ya salt water ya bonny wee sea!”
“I be stabbin ya with me cutlass tonight!”
“Let me fire my cannon right across ya bow!”
“She be hangin’ port-side today, Captain!”
“Yarr, let me slip into me more comfortable eye-patch!” *wink*
“Bend over, I want to meet the cracken!”
“Aye, my cannon balls be tightenin’ at the thought of dropping her sails!!”
“Yarr *hic* I’ve been standing in the sun all day drinking rum so come ‘ere an let me rape ya!”
“That booty has a lot of chest!”
“My mast would grow barnacles if I sailed such dirty water!!”
“There is no room onboard that wench, her vessel is already filled to the brim with sea men!”
and with that charming image I bid you good-night! 
xo Kia
October 29th, 2009 at 10:59 am
Avast ye scurvy dogs…yaaarr!
Yon matie ‘as th’ foul stench of a plague-infested carcass o’ a dead whale. Shut y’r malodorous trap ye deck swabbin’ bilge rat, afore I grab ye by y’r muckle flugga ‘n’ ‘ang ye by ‘em o’er th’ fo’csle. Then ye be well scuppered, ye mangy excuse f’r th’ stoatery drollicks o’ a snattery skelpster…yaaarrr.
Me’n'these ‘ere scurvy scalliwags ‘oist our jolly rogers out t’th’ship’n'had us a grand great adventure. We almost ‘ad t’keelhaul th’ tatty boagle f’r gettin’ inter th’ futtock shrouds behind y’r drivel swigger’s klattery miggle…yaaarrr!
So where’s y’r buccaneers? They be on th’ sides of y’r buccan head, I’ll wager, ye cloppety skerrick, ye.
Kindest Regaaaaaarrrrrrds ‘n’ thank’s f’r all th’ fish.