It be Thursday 7th. May it be!
G'mornin! Ye scurvy dogs! How's life been onboard ship this week? We 'ad to use the cat o'nine tails on Captain Wooden Leg Hartley for tryin to plunder the rum stores! Arrrrrrr! She deserved it, me hearties! Captain Hook Hand Thompson was found making off wi the booty in the night. We be marooning 'im today wi just his pistol. Aye! I hopes ye have enjoyed the scram onboard. Ye are all salty cutthroats now, me filthy buccaneers. I is proud to be ye captain. Aye! Aye! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! All hands on deck now!