Yarr! Was tat' your ol' mam? I thought she lookied a bit loike ye! Err, matey, I rescued 'er, but... I sorta lost 'er in the big poiles o' gold I pillaged. Err, and when we did foind 'er, the men got a bit..rascally, and I 'ad to...arrr, leave 'er on very faraway arrland. Tharr were lots of black men wit' loincloths and sticks, and a few jumpy tings with tails.
Yarr, oi am drarrdfully sorry.
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.