Ahoy Mateys! Due to the interest it seems a weather eye has turned up an addition Letter of Marque and key to that Accursed Monkey Island! If interest remains high, and with enough rum and GrOG, who knows what else the crow's nest may turn up? Arrrr!

Arrr! Too many real pirates here 'n landlubbers afeared t' come! Lemme spell out command for ye - ALL ABOARD or I'll cut ye' up for shark food ye pee soaked sons of a punk alley harlots!

[powered by insult generator] ;)

I did this fer a good ol' time and desire no booty.

We be no strangers to love
Ya know the list and so do I
A full commitment's what I be thinking of
Ya get this from no other lad


And with that I leave ya lads with this.

Why is the rum gone?

Appreciate the offerin' for the booty, you seafarin scallywag.

Arrr.

Sail ho! Ahoy!
Thank ye for yer generous offer and Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day! :)

After thinking for some time I decided to make a joke about a sailor and a pirate by his name Zezinho.

A sailor encounters a pirate and becomes intrigued to realize that the pirate has a hook instead of a hand and a cloth over one eye.
And then he asks him:
Why do you have this hook?
Pirate: We were boarding an enemy boat, and while we were fighting, I was surrounded by three sailors. I managed to kill two, but the third one cut off my hand.
Sailor: And the cloth in the eye was the fault of the fight?
Pirate: My parrot ripped my eye out.
Sailor: How could a parrot take off the eye?!?!
Pirate: It was a day I forgot about him and I gave him no food ...

In for:
Anno 1503 A.D. (w/Treasures, Monsters & Pirates)
LEGO® Pirates of the Caribbean
Sid Meier’s Pirates!

Bump.

And - by the way - guys, have you seen THAT?!
That's... that's simply amazing. Now I have a new dream in my life!

Yar, it be nice ... though a bit too clean to be a real Pirating ship. ;-)


Avast, me Hearties! By the bell it be less than a day before the Letters of Marque containing the keys to the Booty be awarded. We've a fine fair few entries, with most of ye rum-sloshed screw-eyed seadogs actually qualifying to captain yer own ships in pursuit of the treasures. As fer the rest of ye Grog-faced, cow poxed lily livered Landlubbers - last chance to raise yer colors and prove yer swashed buckles afore the mast! The ships set sail at midnight UTC. Arrr.

(Last chance to enter. Giveaway closes at midnight UTC September 18th - approx 20 1/2 hours from now.)

Aye it is for-told that great treasure be at the end of the world and i one eyed jack and me ladds will set sail,
for the winds will lead us to great booty and adventure, raise the jab set lose the sails for ye plunder awaits
let no canon fonder our souls and the devil not block our wake as we head to the isle and face :
The Curse of Monkey Island .....

Hey, now. Just because I play games DRM-free doesn't mean I'm a pirate. There was that old journal that my brother gave me from my great-great-great-great uncle ZeoBeard, though...

"...so there I was, rum in one hand, fair lass in the other, and a chest full of gold and riches in me quarters. 'Twas a fine afternoon indeed, 'till I awoke. When at last I shook the sleep from me eyes, I gathered me loyal crew on the deck.
'LOOK ALIVE THERE!' cried I, but all were already awake and at attention from the shatterin' of me floorboards and the creakin' of me cabin door upon my arisin'. 'LOOK ALIVE THERE, AND HEAVE TO!'
The rags were hoisted and flapped gaily in the wind, and the great ship let loose a sigh as she turned starboard.
'What be the route today?' asked the first mate. 'Wherever the wind takes us!' said I.
'What be the plan today?' asked the second mate. 'To plunder whatever we can!' said I.
'What be the weather today?' asked the third mate. 'Rotten as ever!' said I.
'What be for lunch today?' asked the cabin boy. 'Hard biscuits!' said I.
I thought about what the biscuits would look like today, but alas, there were no other crew to say these thoughts for me. Just as I began to afear we may suffer from a dull day, 'SHIP AHOY!' cried the second mate, as we rammed into a galleon. I saw from the flag that it be a ship full of rabbits with gimped legs! But lo, after scramblin' to me feet and seein' the flags rightways up, I could see that it be the mark of me old nemesis, the Mad Shaker! Before we knew it, he had already boarded.
'SO, MAD SHAKER!' I cried, drawing my cutlass and running the third mate through. 'SO, MAD SHAKER!' I cried again, drawing out me cutlass and aimin' it in the correct direction of the scurvy scalawag. 'Ye dare to board me ship, do ye?!'
'I wouldn't set foot on this tub o' lard if One-Eyed Jack's second eye were on it!' he spat. 'I fell on after yer dinghy flicked the side of me ship while I was leanin' over tryin' to figger out what was creakin' so loudly on this part o' the high seas!'
'SO, IT'S A BATTLE YE WANT?' I roared. 'ARE YE READY, CREW?'
'No, cap'n,' said the first mate.
'No, cap'n,' said the second mate.
'Please help me,' moaned the third mate.
'Aye-aye, cap'n," squeaked the cabin boy. I figgered two out of five was enough. 'THEN LET US CHARGE!' cried I. 'DRAW YER WEAPON, FIEND!'
'I'm a Shaker, ye mad dog! United Society of Believers! We don't fight, I'm sailin' on mission work!'
I sliced straight through his lies, his hat, and the mizzenmast with me trusty cutlass. 'YER CRAZY!' yelled the coward as he ran off and clambered desperately up his boat.
'COME BACK, YE CRAVEN FOOL, AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN! Crew! Ready the cannons!' I barked.
'We have no cannons, cap'n! We're usin' the only one we've got for an anchor!' said the first mate.
'Bring me the guns!' I barked.
'We have no guns, cap'n! You used the last of the ammunition to write yer name in the last ship that we plundered, then lost it after you said ye were goin' mermaid-huntin'!' said the second mate.
'Bring me the grenado!' I barked.
'Here y'are, cap'n," said the cabin boy, holding out the explosive as I lit the fuse with me conveniently-near linstock.
'How long do the fuse burn, boy?' I asked, thinking about me angles and trajectory.
'About three seconds, cap'n," said the cabin boy, and lo, he and half the ship were but a fine mist by the end of me sentence. Frightened by the display, the Mad Shaker surrendered, letting us on board and changing course to take us to a place we could plunder which he calls a 'hospital'. They will soon see the mighty wrath of ZeoBeard and his crew!"

...I feel like my brother might be making up stuff sometimes just to mess with me. But hey, if the winds blow right, I'll give you the journal in exchange for The Curse of Monkey Island.

Not In.
But what an excellent and fun thread. Kudos to the OP.
+1

A threat letter from Black Tom Rackham t' bhrigu

I be swingin' me sword towards yer head
you better watch ou' or ye be goin' t' be dead
at least prepare fer a flesh wound

Do ye know what makes me feel better? th' scent o' blood
but only good rum be what makes me mood go round

In for:

1 Blackwake
2 Anno 1503 A.D. (w/Treasures, Monsters & Pirates)
3 LEGO® Pirates of the Caribbean

Not in, but thanks for the generous giveaway and this creative way to celebrate the Talk like a Pirate day! :)

"Bilge-for-brains, I said t' test yon starboard gun, not the portside cannons! Now just where do ye suggest we be gettin' our rum fer the GrOG?" (facepalm)

Ahoy, Mateys! Time to batten down the hatches, secure the riggin' and make sure yer powder is dry. If ye have not taken a crack at the Pirate's Challenge, now be yer chance. But be smart (quick) about it, thar be just a smidge under 4 hours 'til we set sail! (Don't mind the rumhouse - I'm sure they can rebuild.)

(Last chance to join the fun. Giveaway closes in 4 hours at the start of International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Entrants - please skip this post for the one above or Kaesemeister.)

Blasted! I jus' saw this now! I`ll be havin' t' rush somethin' in, don't I?!
Thanks for the heads up and funny idea, mate!

Who is the lad posting above me? bjgamer? Hmm... Well, back in the days I knew him as Black Jack. Black and I served together in a ship, under Captain Tom Cash — well, maybe we should call him Tom Crash, but that is a story for another mug.

Well, one tide, in Cartagena, after drinkin' a wee bottles wi' th' mates an' th' ladies, Black told sea dogs an' land lubbers 't be "Talk like a parrot day!" An' challenged us t' tell funny stories in th' voice o' a parrot. That be sure fun. Th' prize, he announced, be t' be a parrot but nay parrot be t' be found. He did, however, find a stuffed fat bird, black an' white. He gave 't away as th' prize. 't be really strange on accoun' o' 't did nay be havin' feathers on its wings. Marcel spake 't probably be unable t' fly. We all burst laughin' — Marcel really says th' dumbest things! ;Tis a bird! Course it flies!
I reckon Marcel sayin' swabbies would one tide buy locked chests, without knowin' what be in them, hopin' t' get good random stuff. He called them "loot crates" an' would be some sort o' game. Nice guy but totally lily livered.

Anyway, Black went t' th' Americas while me an' th' boys sailed aft th' Old World on Th' Submersive. Aye, 't be supposed be be called Th' Subversive, but that typo proved t' be augurs.

In for one of:
- LEGO® Pirates of the Caribbean
- Anno 1503 A.D. (w/Treasures, Monsters & Pirates)
- Tropico Reloaded (w/Pirate Cove DLC)

The Curse of Monkey Island be the booty I be after!

Arrr me Hearties! The tide be in, the bones be thrown, and the fate of the treasures now be up to the winds and sea. The Letters of Marque with coordinate of a key to the Booty won will be dispensed shortly. Harken to your parrots and keep a weather eye on the horizon. Fair winds and Luck to each o' ye! Ye be among the best Scurvy Scoundrels it's been a pleasure to swill a GrOG with!

(The Giveaway is now ended. Keys will be selected by Random.org and sent out via PM soon. Make sure your Chat is set to public and redeem your key to the acct you entered with by midnight UTC September 25th or it will be forfeit.)

Thank ye also to the Landlubber's, Tavern keepers, songsters and shipwrights (non-entrants) who contributed local flavor and kept the to the spirit of this Giveaway. :) I hope ye all had FUN!