ARGGHHHHHH! Me thinks that somewhere in my brother's genetic heritage is that one mythical Mediterranean seafaring relative that we can't quite track down through the genealogy.
I mean look at him. He constantly is walking the plank whenever he's on the river, and would sing "yo ho, yo ho" if it didn't make him seem even more odd than he is.
Lest you think that pirates only exist on the coasts, let me tell you, from actually seeing them, that pirates are still operating on the river ways of Idaho. They call themselves prospectors -- modern-day gold prospectors, but they are still like pirates.
They have a twisted sense of humor. Check out the label on their watercraft. I wouldn't recommend that landlubbers make comments about prospecting, panning for gold, or anything snarky, because you never know where pirates are lurking. Suddenly, these scurvy lads all descended down the boatramp, having emerged from the brush. From the looks of them, they were probably up there drinking some grog ...
Talk about bilge rats. All they needed was a jolly roger on the raft!
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