Ye be knowin yer a pirate when yer club wins a trophy an' ya takes it from the shelf and carries it around with ye all day, when confronted about stealin' ye reply, "Argh, twas plundered fair and square."
Still me thinks twasn't nice o' them ta threaten me with "disiplinary action."
yer know ye be a Pirate when a wench shows yer her baby and instead of saying arrr in a nice gentle voice yer go arrrrrrghh in a deep gravelly voice and scare the blaggard so much that it wets itself.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
....when yer at the grocery, an' ye hoist the jolly roger, ram the trolley of the woman across the aisle, board it, and liberate it of all her pop-tarts, canned cheese, and snickersâ„¢bars, before jumping back on the rear bar of yer trolley, an' "sailing off" down the cereal aisle.
Ye knows ye're a Pirate, when ye be dancin an Horn Pipe at a garden centre (where ye be workin as a novelty act promotin environmentally friendly coco shell mulch) an yer peg leg gets stuck in the decking and ye ends up doin the Twist!
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.