International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Arr mateys, I fear I may be coming down with the scurvy. My lily liver feels like a land lubber after keel hauling. Arrrg. Flog the bloody germs so I can get back to pillaging and ruling the high seas! Where's that undead monkey? I need to shoot something! And why is all the rum gone? Fine, then fetch me a flagon of chicken noodle soup, savvy?

Yohoho and a bottle of huggles!