Arrr welcome aft me hearties. I hope ye be enjoyin' me blog so far. Anywho I gots another tale t' tell ye. 't all started when I be mindin' me own business in th' tavern when who comes through th' door but Tim th' arse. (we calls th' lad's this cos 't be a nicer way t' describe his appearance) So he plods down an' parks his behind next t' me an' greets me. "Mornin` Sex, how`s yer day been?" I reply truthfully. "Canny shit r on account o' a lousy gull taken a shite on me hade this early morni`, i gots 't good an' proper wi' me trusty pistol tho. Arrr" He buys me a jolly rogergon or two, or six on accounts o' me powers o' persuassion. All I can reckon be me an' th' lad's staggerin' aft t' th' inn singin' songs o' th' high sea when he goes an' be`s sea sick on me. Now I likes t' think me`self o' quite a gentleman, so I orders th' lad's t' lick me boats then blows his hade off. Arrr.