Avast me hearties, it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day*. Arrrr... In honour of this fine tradition I be sittin’ here in me big hat and stripy trousers, a flagon of grog in one hand, a comely wench in the other, an' a cat pretendin’ to be a parrot on me shoulder. Arrr...
Ye scurrilous land lubbers can cast off yer shackles and become fine salty sons (and daughters) of the sea by talkin’ and swaggerin’ about, splicin’ the main brace, hoistin’ the anchor, kissin’ the gunner’s daughter, hoistin’ the yardarm (though you got to watch that one – too much and you’ll go blind. Arrr...), and other such naughty nautical shenanigans.
Now sail the seven seas and find yer pirate name!
Belay! Avast! And Ahoy! (but not necessarily in that order)
* An' thanks be ter Dirty Alex Bilgewater fer the ahoy on the link.