Avast there!
 

Aye Mateys, it's that time of year again, the time when reach for our grog and start celebrating as soon the sun has dropped below the yardarm.

It's good news this twelve month, Jim lad. The Pirates have come ashore from the briny and taken seats in th' Gerrrman Parrrrliament. The landlubbers were so spineless that hardly any rape and pillage was needed.

Where next is to be touched by His Noodly Appendage?

Aye, an' Speak Like a Pirate day it is. Coincidence? Methinks not!

Yarrrrr you salty old seadog! Them Parrrlimentarians were all scallywags. The lot of them and they be dancing with Jack Ketch.

HNA be cracking Jenny's teacup. Aaaarghhhh me harty! That there Jenny be buxom. Me grog blossom is showing and the scurvy seadogs be 'aving plans on me stash of rum.