Aaarghh, Black Bart, ye may be a deck-swabbin' rummy, but ye be roight.
Oi'll take me...shots... as soon as oi duz retrieve the rest of me treasure from the tree four steps north of Mme Fifi's.
Oi duz thank ye. Oi 'ave seen the error of me ways.
Aargh! Little duz 'e know, oi hid a bomb in tharrgghh chest! He'll go a lookin' and be blown te smithereens! Wait, is this thing still on?...
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.