Arrrrrgh!
Ahoy, ye scurvy landlubbers for I've a tale to tell.
While sailing the vast seas of the In'rnet, me voyage be scuttled by the wicked site of International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
Avast! What'sa terror of the High Seas such as I to do, but to disembark and search for treasure?
Search we did and deep we dug upon the great X which led to the treasure of Find Yer Inner Pirate. And here be me results
You are The Cap'n!
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
ARRRGH! Shiver me timbers! That be true! Except for the self-absorbed tripe! I'll gut the bilge rat who says that about his Cap'n!
Bow down to me, ye mutinous dogs, lest ye walk the plank to Davy Jones' Locker! ARRRGH!!
© by Tiberius Alatheus 2004