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Sep. 19th, 2009 07:23 amCome aboard, all of you, come aboard and take your rest.
What do you think of my coat? You might call it cheap, but it is very hardwearing. They make it from finest Southern cotton, and it's nothing flashy to catch the eye in battle, this plain calico. Not that it matters a whit anymore; they see me coming by the coat, and know who is boarding.
I know, you see, the value of things; once I was a quartermaster, and a very good one too, but that bastard Vane was mutinied on and me elected by accord to high piracy in his place. Thus you find me -- captain -- of the fine Curlew, much finer than the Kingston that was Vane's and then mine.
Oh, do call me Jack. Jack Rackham, at your service.
No, I would not bother Anne there, were I you; she hardly needs my protection and, if you should try, you will find her a fierce fighter. I brought her aboard over protest of a worthless husband, and it has been her thought to plunder Jamaica in this the year of our lord seventeen hundred and twenty, once this damnable hot weather is done and autumn has fallen. Though I do not like this Read fellow she is so fond of; he hangs about her too much.
Well, and perhaps we will all be hanged in the end. What of it? There have been greater pirates before me and will be after me, I am sure. But I will leave my mark, listen you -- and for more than Anne Bonny, who will leave her own. With her on my decks and the one true Jolly Roger, my Jolly Roger, flown over the sail, all of these waters will tremble.
Pirates, my guests, are terrible things. We steal, and we kill, and there may be a romance about us but someday there will not be so much. So while we may, while I may, I wear the calico and fly the colours, and perhaps they will tell stories about me when I am gone.
I am Calico Jack Rackham, and you will know me by my flag.

What? They said talk like a pirate day, not talk like every pirate day. I picked Jack Rackham this year.
Incidentally, Jack Rackham's flag is the one flown by Barbossa in the Pirates films. So he did live on after all, as did his legendary female crewmates, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. He's quite the storyteller's pirate, is old Jack.
What do you think of my coat? You might call it cheap, but it is very hardwearing. They make it from finest Southern cotton, and it's nothing flashy to catch the eye in battle, this plain calico. Not that it matters a whit anymore; they see me coming by the coat, and know who is boarding.
I know, you see, the value of things; once I was a quartermaster, and a very good one too, but that bastard Vane was mutinied on and me elected by accord to high piracy in his place. Thus you find me -- captain -- of the fine Curlew, much finer than the Kingston that was Vane's and then mine.
Oh, do call me Jack. Jack Rackham, at your service.
No, I would not bother Anne there, were I you; she hardly needs my protection and, if you should try, you will find her a fierce fighter. I brought her aboard over protest of a worthless husband, and it has been her thought to plunder Jamaica in this the year of our lord seventeen hundred and twenty, once this damnable hot weather is done and autumn has fallen. Though I do not like this Read fellow she is so fond of; he hangs about her too much.
Well, and perhaps we will all be hanged in the end. What of it? There have been greater pirates before me and will be after me, I am sure. But I will leave my mark, listen you -- and for more than Anne Bonny, who will leave her own. With her on my decks and the one true Jolly Roger, my Jolly Roger, flown over the sail, all of these waters will tremble.
Pirates, my guests, are terrible things. We steal, and we kill, and there may be a romance about us but someday there will not be so much. So while we may, while I may, I wear the calico and fly the colours, and perhaps they will tell stories about me when I am gone.
I am Calico Jack Rackham, and you will know me by my flag.

What? They said talk like a pirate day, not talk like every pirate day. I picked Jack Rackham this year.
Incidentally, Jack Rackham's flag is the one flown by Barbossa in the Pirates films. So he did live on after all, as did his legendary female crewmates, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. He's quite the storyteller's pirate, is old Jack.