Avast ye! Whilst I be walkin near the Scioto, I spotted a pirate’s ship, I did! The mighty Santa Maria be under attack!
Indeed, were I taken aback! A simple lubber, I be, and not one to protect the great, grand ship.
Be the brave sailors of the Santa Maria be on their way to Davy Jones’ locker?
Thanks to the warnin from the heron of “All Hands Hoay!” the great, grand ship was saved from freebooters, it was.
No Johnny Depp (or even a lookalike) in sight, I tired of the game and walked under the Broad Street bridge and took pictures of seagulls.
Shiver ye own danged timbers.