Via the magic of Google ads, I stumbled upon this – a dairy company called Cravendale have created a pirate sentence generator with piratey words you can drag into a box. It seems that pirates are known for frequent use of the words “pint”, “glass”, “milk”, “creamy” and “Cravendale”. Well, shiver me timbers. That I did not know. 4 years ago

but ye bet ye boot straps dat I be a back ‘ear come a ‘ear next n ‘ack at it ay will
it b’ ple’sr dropn’ achor with som o ey
wit som o ye .. ‘ll b glad t’ b’ rid of
som o ye cant stand d site o no mor … to raw..naked ye mite say
crawl back n ye ‘ole ya slimmy dogs 4 years ago

I’m completin’ this goal, but methinks I’ll have to keep on a-wearin’ me eyepatch. Me scurvy shingle-infested deadeye started actin’ up again yesterday. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! 4 years ago

It’s surprisingly difficult to write piratically when the moment has passed so… I’m not going to. You can’t make me. Not even if you threaten me with the plank. And though my busy day meant I didn’t find the time to join in the scurvy-ridden fun yesterday, I promise you I did celebrate TLAPD, not least by telling everyone I met yesterday of the momentous occasion. This included the friendly ladies in the sandwich shop (who gave a hearty “arrrr” in response to my own), my colleagues (who reacted, as expected, with blank incomprehension and a refusal to join in with anything so silly), and a bunch of folkies with whom I ended the day singing round a big wooden table (who responded enthusiastically but who, unfortunately, couldn’t think of any shanties we could sing in honour of the day).

Edit: Oh yeah, and I wrote my FTF list in pirate speak, which is a lot harder than I expected it to be.

Anyway, yarrrrr! 4 years ago

gemmword sailed the seven seas with the pirates here at 43-Things a year ago, with an aquamarrrrrrrrrine avatarrrrrrrrr just for the occassion. You can read her old entries and silly pirate jokes here.

I’ve been thinking of gemmword today, as she’s been ill and unable to be on-line for some time now. I just got word tonight that she’s taken a turn for the worse. If you’d like to pass along your own love and hugs to gemmword, there’s also a goal here to do just that. Thanks, mateys. 4 years ago

It looks like these landlubbers sailed too close to the wrong ship! 4 years ago

‘Tis an enjoyable time I have been havin’ with ye terday, and I raise my glass o’ grog to ye, one and all!

Marrrrking this goal done, but this lassie is always willin’ to bandy about a little pirate lingo over a mug o’ rum. 4 years ago

The chum war heartlessly cruel and would nay don his pirate hat today.

To bed with th’ scurvy rat and more rum for me! 4 years ago

it just might not be worth it 4 years ago

be ya up for a little treaaye huntin’ I’ve gone and found meself a treaaye map and I was thinkin o’ have a little hurtin’ partty if anyone out thar be in t’ mood” 4 years ago

You bilge-rats only wish ye
were as bad-arse as th’ old
admiral. Arr-har.

Up th’ tree, lads and
shake out those reefs
and, damn yer collective eyes,
set lee braces and man
th’ pumps and have the
cabin boy bring me piss
bucket and ladle out
a double-ration of grog fer
all hands, except th’
cook – throw his sorry,
be-scurvy ridden arse over
th’ side and somebody find
me eyepatch collection.

))){4 years ago

Alas this be probably one o’ th’ most fun goals I`ve participated in. Me thinks we`ve dri’en half o’ 43t nuts wi’ our shipmate speak but that made ‘t all th’ better! ‘t be a sad time when I be havin’ t’ mark this goal off as done. But fer now, let`s break ou’ th’ rum! 4 years ago

pull up yer boot straps ‘n sit yer self down
ayy grad yer ale ‘n ‘njoy this here ‘ittle pirat’n song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaWU1CmrJNc 4 years ago

Now thar be some lovely pirate booty 4 years ago

today be t’ day, and t’ evenin’ be smartly approachin’.
I’ve searched t’ seven seas for shipmates like you.
it’s now time t’ get off your butts and get this ship clean for t’ party tonight.
mop t’ deck,
trim t’ sails,
and all you cooks … get t’ work makin’ those goodies that we be a eatin’ tonight
someone track down some good dark ale we’ll be havin’ a fine time tonight 4 years ago

or we be pillaging yer booty today!

Thank god fer th’ translator smarty posted on accoun’ o’ without ‘t I wouldna be able t’ complete this goal! 4 years ago

I’ve got NO friggin’ idea how to talk like a pirate, though :/
I just don’t want Smartie to kick my butt for saying no… 4 years ago

ARRRRR YAARRRRR!?

No, really, I’m blanking on pirate lingo. However, I have to run off to work, which means I’ll be spending the day swabbing decks. Well, squeegeeing the studio floor, really. 4 years ago

Shiver me timbers!

_{Can anyone help me: how are timbers shivered exactly?}4 years ago

If ye needs some help wit’ yer natterin’ like a pirate skills, here be a website that shall automate th’ process fer ye.4 years ago

Ess.

Tee. 4 years ago

swoon

^{im marking this one off early due to the fact im going on holiday in a few hours, but rest assured il be Arr’ing and Ahoy’ing for the rest of the day mi’ scurvy mates}

Arrr4 years ago

See ye the socks I be wearin’ today? Them’s proper pirate socks, arrr…

:-p 4 years ago

Hey. Two-eyed Dick. You got a sec, buddy? I’ve just been thinking lately about this whole pirating gig we got ourselves into. When we started I was all ‘This is so radical and cool. I’m a swashbuckling iconoclast. Look at my neato boots.’ I really had romanticized this picture in my head of what being a pirate was all about. But now that we’ve been at sea for a few years, I’m getting a bit bored with it and my conscience is starting to prick at me. I mean, you know all those ships we burned and looted? That was other peoples’ stuff. Taking it is just mean and wrong. Some investor is out a pile of dough every time we pirate some of their shit. Insurance and shipping rates go up. Goods or money that were meant to be exchanged, don’t get exchanged. Leaving a seller somewhere holding the bag. Maybe with something perishable and no other buyer lined up. And I don’t know about you, but my share of the prize is really not all that much to write home about. (That is if we could actually write.)

It’s fucked up, Dick. And I don’t think I want to do it anymore. I’m thinking about buying out the rest of my contract from the captain and trying to get an apprenticeship at a pet grooming salon. Or maybe we can quit together and open up that smoothie franchise we’ve always talked about. 4 years ago

Raise yer rumtini glasses, me scurvy mateys, ‘tis the day, at last! 4 years ago

Bad hygiene and rudimentary medical care means necrosis, for sure. 4 years ago

Go belowdecks, and take an abaft to Davy Jones’ locker. He keeps his tambourine in there. Scuppernongs! 4 years ago

Thar she bleats! A sail two points off the starboard beam. Hoist up the mizzenpoop, and flog the spanker. Oh, and I have typhus. 4 years ago