Aye, 'tis that time o' year agin, ye greasy lubbers, to weigh yer anchors and talk all piratical-like, ya see?
So, look sharp, ye foresaken scum! That, or the Captain'll see to it yer mates are soppin' up your blood from the foredeck and the gulls be feastin' on your gizzards before dusk.
UPDATE: 'Ere's your official website, ye wicked stankin' chumbuckets.
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