We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs...

[fan_elune]

Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! There be no excuse not to be tarrin decks or plunderin towns this good day. Become yer governor's nightmare, and the thorn in the side of that lovely stuck up commodore who could well do with listenin to the sea once in a while. Feel the heave o' t'sea under yer feet and treat yer boat with every respect ye owe 'er. Spread the word! And drink ter a pirate's life fer us all.

Take what ye can. Give nothin back!

...drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

Edit: save me from boredom, ye scoundrels, else ye want ter have that on your conscience. Lord above knows ye likely have a lot on it already. Request drabbles from yours truly! Pirate drabbles, me lovelies, what else.

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[elite.livejournal.com]

What be a pirate day if it lacks a Steve The Pirate drabble?

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

Steve knows he's not a pirate, now.

The occasional "yarr!" still slips out. And yet he's changed his voicemail message to something more accepted than that.

Sometimes on the weekends, he dresses up in his old clothes. But he's got to wear a wig over his short hair.

When he's invited to costume parties, his instinct is to dress normally. He always ends up declining those invites.

Steve knows he's not a pirate now, and he's still not sure whether it's thanks to Peter, or because of him.

[elite.livejournal.com]

Oops, I totally forgot to say ♥ when I read this before!

♥!

Poor Steve.

[kagechikara.livejournal.com]

I want a pirate and mermaid story.

Or rather

Give me a story about them ladies of the sea, or I'll break me flagon o'er your head and throw ya to the fishes.

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

"Yer won't want ter meet them ladies of the sea," Gibbs will tell you. "Bad omen, frightful bad luck, and they're as likely to kiss ye an' drag ye down as they are to bring ye ter shore safely if you're lost at sea. Never ter be trusted, they are. Don't look 'em in the eye, and fer Calypso's sake don't listen to their songs."

"Mermaids! Splendid creatures, they are," Jack will add. "Bit dangerous. Bit moody, too. I remember one once, Jonquice. Janeel? Jolie? No no no, Jiang! Chinese beauty, that one, if she'd been from the land. Slit eyes, ivory skin, ebony hair, a temper like a storm on a star-filled night." He will trail off, smiling at the recollection, then snap out of it, eyes bright on yours, grin dazzling. "She slapped me."

"Never met one, never care to," Anamaria will say, gaze fierce, daring you to contradict her. She won't say that she met a merman once, and punched him in the jaw as soon as he opened his mouth to sing. He sank back into the sea; to that day she has never seen him or one of his brethren again. Sometimes, she wishes she'd listened.

"They're a myth," Commodore Norrington will tell you, certain that he possesses the absolute truth. "Nothing but a fantastical story, a fairy tale."

"I don't know that they exist," Lieutenant Groves will doubtfully remark. "Quite a few sailors will spin a good yarn about them, but... I'll believe in them when I meet one. And clock her before she can ensnare me," he will add with a boyish, good-natured smile. "It wouldn't do to get dragged down to the bottom of the sea, after all."

"Only fools would believe in mermaids," Lieutenant Gillette will assure you, nose turned up. "Fools, drunkards and children. There's no such thing as mermaids, unless you'd like me to believe in the Kraken next."

"Aye, the daughters of Calypso," Barbossa will rasp out, gold teeth glinting as he bares them in a lecherous smile. "I've oft traded with the merpeople. Not to be taken lightly, their wrath is mighty once awakened. Ye best heed my advice, lass, and stay well clear of them."

"Shiver me timbers!" Mr. Cotton's parrot will conclude.

He will, of course, be the closest one to the truth.

[kagechikara.livejournal.com]

I almost laughed outloud at work. Especially at the end. Best possible story.

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

Heee! Thanks hon. I didn't know what story to tell, and then it dawned on me that it was because I ought to tell them all.

I would've done Tia Dalma, too, but I could never have gotten her voice right, which is a shame. I adore her.

Mr. Cotton's parrot is always right.

[sarkastic.livejournal.com]

Jack tries to teach Norrington the pirate lingo, if he's going to be one now.