A Special Kind of Holiday

Gyarr. so it seems to me that looten' and pilaging should be free fer all.. well 'cept those dirty ninjas. And so it happens that today we celibrate a kind of freedom that embraces us all. The love of the open waters and gentle rise and fall of your poop as you clasp onto the riggens. Now don't peg me wrong, harharhar, I'm not a sentamental salt. But some times there be a need to hold respect fer men who deid fer what they believe in, specialy when that belief was couaperation and unity. Though I can't be putten' all the jesten aside, on acount that would go against that code of the Jolly Rogger, I can say that as we sails these waters a day on non-aggretion should be raised. To stop all the haten and all the conflicting, to drink, sing and wench (especially wench). And if ye got bothers with mate settle it, unless it be over a tab in which case that be up to yer descresion. But we be all most into port now, bring yer salty dogs to the Blue Admiral and we can continue over a pint. Lose the sails the totterin' dofers or be tossed 'long the anchor. Gyarr.