Them's that dies be the lucky ones

Arr!

Today be Talk Like a Pirate day. I be noticin' th' local Trader Joe store be outfitted with the proper swag fer just such an occasion. All that be lackin' be the rum.

I be cravin' some grog. Perhaps later as I be sailin' out.

Me luck be otherwise holdin' as th' BART be delayed due to fire as I be leavin' th' Barbary Coast on an errand. 'Pon arrival at Port MacArthur, I be hearin' th' cryer sayin' the route be open again straight on through to me home landin'.

Pleased I be, for I be shod in new shoes an' me feet be feelin' a mite peg-legged with the newness of it all.

Aye, it be a good day for some rum and shiverin' me timbers.

That be soundin' naughty, so maybe just the rum.