Change o' the Wind

Avast me land loving varments. It be yer favorite capt'n with some powerful distressen' news. It seems that my gatheren' at the Blue Admiral must be moved on acount of me parole hearing. The Good Amiral has been doing his best to reform me, and doing terrable job I am pleased to say. However, it turns out on one of my "nights off fer good behavior" somebody, accidently sliced open the mayor and threw his still screaming, still bleeding body down the well. gyarr, teach him to pay what he owes the great, be'wigged walrous. It was quite a shoke me boy'os when little Marry Beth, maid o' the baker and his wife, pulled on the rope to find she couldn't lift it. The whole town gathered and tryed getting that bucket up, and after the women all screamed, let it go back down real quick like. Of course, they blame yours trully, because of something they call sercumstasuary evidence or some blasted thing. So I have a hearing on Saterday. SO WE WILL HAVE TO DRINK ON FRIDAY! That's right lads and lasses, be at the Blue Admiral on Friday and get ready to get yer drink on, yer wench on, and yer song on. Tha's right, song on, chouruses of, "Drunken Sailor", "Saucy Bold Rober", and anything else we can thinking of. All amixed with chears of "yarr!" Such great bold fun ye have never had. That why I want one and all to come and join. Because a party with out song is like a captain with out a crew. So, gather yer parots, yer patches, yer garb, but not yer swords. And come on down.