Ahoy! 'tis me entry fer week 160 o' Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus, a fun literary meme designed t' challenge yer writin' skills by forcin' ye t' write concise tales of 100 well-chosen words plus the supplied prompt.
O' course we don't 'ave t' do it like a pirate every week, but given this week's prompt, which is “Argh, Matey,” I thought 'twould be th' thin' t' do. Ye be encouraged to play along by posting your story to Jenny’s blog, off on my tangent.
Ye know natterin' like a pirate can be downright habit formin'. In fact it can even be annoyin' if ye believe me beauty, Teresa, who tells me if I don't stop callin' her a wench she be goin' t' scream. But I digress. Here be me entry fer this week which shall be known hence as:
“Avast ye child 'n listen t' me as Captain Silver Beard Jones tells ye me tales o' sailin’ th’ deep blue sea plunderin’ the Spanish main of gold doubloons, silver and jewels. ‘Tis a tale of me’self, a swarthy scallywag if ever was one, in cunnin’ swordplay as I swin’s from the’ riggin’ on the Black Pearl.”
“No? Well least be kind ‘nough to fetch yo’ sweet papa a tankard o’ ale like a good lass.”
“Ale? Really? Is that your new name for diet Root Beer?”
“Aye, ‘tis today, Lissa.”
Argh, Matey. I hate Talk Like a Pirate Day.”
Monkeys are an acceptable substitute, unless they fling their feces at people. Then they are an awesome substitute.