Posted by Lessa on September 19, 2003 in
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Ahoy! buckos! First thin’s frist, we needt’get this outo’t’way, for future reference!
You are The Cap’n!
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn’t eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you – but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones’ locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed – a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not!
What’s Yer Inner Pirate? brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
So you can be callin’ me Cap’n for t’duration or I’ll be ayet’see you punished properly. Fetch me a spot’o’grog, thar, lass, and put a shake in y’r bonny bottom!
Ah thank ya me buxum beauty! That’ll right hit th’spot.
I find I be far too amused by this, and talk like a pirate day. A bito’harmless drival justt’keep thin’s interestin’, eh, m’mateys?
So, w’thout a bitta drival t’be passin on t’ya, its off t’walk th’plank f’me!
(aka – homework calls *L*)
