Avast there, me swaggering boyos and buxom wenches, listen up smartly to Black Vlad. Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly? Cause I be a pirate! Join me on the high seas, buckle yer swash and brace yer yardarm, we’ll haul some keel t’gether.
Begad! Any Jack Tar would see ye fer a lubber and a blaggard iffen ye talk like a fol de rol lily-livered greasy-tailed landlubber. Talk like a pirate or I be swingin’ the cat o’nine tails on yer worthless hide!
Hark to me words, now …All buccaneers to the poop deck or every bilge rat and scurvy dog will be walkin’ the plank! Lend yer ears t’ me words o’ wisdom and ye’ll be shiverin’ yer timbers afore ye know it.
Be it Arrr or Arrrgh?
Where be yer true pirate talk? Say ye “Arrr!” and not “Arrrgh!”
“Arrrgh!” is the sound ye makes when ye sits on a belayin’ pin and thar be no pirate cat what sits there. But the Seas is wide, thar be pirates what says, “Arrr!” AND pirates what says, “Arrrgh!” and thems what say, “Yarrr!” or even “Yarrrgh!”
Say it as ye wish it. Your “Arrr!” comes from yer heart and yer bowels and be a fully formed expression o’ yer own Plunderin’ Pirattitude!
Be ye a pirate cat? Yo ho ho your buccaneer visage to Black Vlad
Here be Pirate Cats of the Caribbean!