Wilson has been very excited waiting for International Talk Like a Pirate Day to dawn, but finally it's here, and he sends this message to all his friends:
Ahoy buckos! Belay!
Know ye, 'tis the hour in the year o' our Lord 'n twenty thousand and eleven when I did be on a real scurvy pirate ship in the Black Heart o' Blackpool! Here be a photo o' me a-boardin' that fine vessel!
I've a fierce fire in m' belly t' give some gifts t' ye, matey — a sign f'r t' go in t' window o' ye carriage, and something t' keep t' grog off'n ye chart table.
Yarrr, shipmates! Yarrrrrrrrrrrr!
I have little or no idea what's going on, and judging by their expressions, nor have Antony, Tiny Toy or Polly-B! I'm reassured to know that everything will be back to normal tomorrow. With any luck.
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