Hididdly Dee a Pirate's Life for Me

Apparently a few pirates lived in this town, one in particular Jean Lafite owned a bar with his brother who was blacksmith. I have finally found my pirate 'mecca', Pirate's alley. So I 'the Pirate' began to swear and curse more then usual. The 'Arrggg' gained an extra 'g'. One eye closed, and I began to limp. One of my footsteps sounded like a wooden staccato 'plonk'. I could suddenly hear the squawk of a parrot in my ear. I shivered my timbers. Pirate alley truly was a haven on land for me amongst all the the lubbers who didn't understand how much a doubloon was or thought the jolly roger was happy sex amongst the English. I was home and everything seemed 'piratish' with the world. Or it could have just been the Absinthe...

Arrggg!