Ahoy, me hearties! Can you smell it...? Arrrh!

Well, I am a bit fascinated with this style, though it has not the esteem, I like the funny aspect of this theme...besides, everybody has an obsession or freakiness...

Aye, this the smell of salt sea air, tar, wood and sweat.

Ye can hear it, too: The bendin´ of the mast, the wind beatin´ragged sails and the crash of breakers against a creakin´ hull create a symphony of sounds that tug the hearts of a chosen few.

"Chosen?" you ask.
Aye. Chosen by Neptune to live and die upon the sea as if it were your birthright. To be a man or woman of adventure and courage;

To be truly ALIVE, to know what fear tastes like and to swallow it - sharp, pointy bits and all - this is what it is to have PIRATITUDE (pirate...attitude).

Well, my pirate name is "Dirty William Read". I am the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean. Not to get rid of me, you understand, just to get rid of the smell. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, I am told to defy the sterotypes with taste and education. Arrrh!