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Avast, all, it's "Talk Like A Pirate Day"!
But they weren't prepared for the deluge, aaaarrrr, and it flooded one of the servers.
Due to the extremeley [sic] high load, we had to take the site down. We have several paying customers and their interests had to come first. I'm really sorry, next year I will definitely have a bigger server.
The Official Talk Like a Pirate website might still be running.
Here's a search of Google for Talk Like a Pirate
Seriously, I had no idea this website was going to be so popular! Thanks again to everyone who visited.
Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day,
Old Salty Dog
Well, swash my buckles.
Start bailin', ye scurvy sea swine.
Posted by Rand Simberg at September 19, 2003 10:48 AM
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I think the English-to-Pirate translator needs some adjustments. This just doesn't sound quite right:
"We t'peopleo't'United States, in ordert'form a more perfect union, establish justice, inaye domestic tranquility, provide for t'common defense, promote t'general welfare, and secure t'blessin'so'libertyt'ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for t'United Stateso'America."
Posted by Alan K. Henderson at September 20, 2003 02:56 AM
Aye Matey,
Been toiling for the day, Arrr! These scurvy land lubbers 'ave disparaged me treasure. I'm an educated pirate, see? Blast Ye and yer gravity wells. I be takin to the high seas, adrift a the stars. For ya see, no self respectin pirate has any interest in anything at all 'ceptin treasure. But it be a mite deceiving, 'cuz it's hid ya see? In the best place of all and I can tell by the looks a ya that I can share my secret. Now don't go spreadin bilge or I'll be cuttin yer heart out, but here be the true course. Treasonous scallywags wont be telling ya but it be not some baubles we bury in the sand Arrr! It be the sand itself! Pickled ya did I? Hidden in plain sight, says I. Now don't be telling now, but we have a secret base in a place called Mojave an X marks the spot. Not an oar or a dingy will ya find in the place... Nor a revenuer in sight... it be nuttin but sand and wind and stars.
Ah but the day draws closed. All me mates and swabbies will go hide another year. But soon we be takin the high seas back.
Posted by ken anthony at September 20, 2003 03:37 AM
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Posted by Rand Simberg at June 2, 2004 08:33 AM
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