I think they got their dates wrong in Stuart, the town next to me. They had their big "pirate fest" last weekend. Everywhere you looked there were adults and kids dressed as pirates, each speaking as what they thought a pirate should sound like (many quite badly in fact).
The area where I live is known as "The Treasure Coast" for all of the wrecked, gold laden, Spanish galleons that have been discovered off our coast by Mel Fisher and the like. Between the hurricanes, the pirates, and the privateers (state sanctioned pirates) that prowled these shores, many a galleon never made it back to Spain with its cargo of gold.
Aye matey...the booty be mine. And I be cuttin' the heart outta any Scurvy dog or skallywag that say different...
Ah, nothing relieves the discomfort of GAS pains like the sound of the UPS truck rumbling down your street. It's like the musician's Beano.