Talking Like a Pirate, Belike - Open Thread

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The Cheshire Cat, at dawn, was hunkered down by the edge of the Castle moat, watching for fish with its paw poised half-curled over the water, and reciting sociably to itself:

"Dreaming of apples on a wall,
And dreaming often, dear
I dreamed that, if I counted all,
--How many would appear?"

"Arr. Ye slippery rogues, ye, whar be yer taste for rhyme an' riddle? Ye be lubbers all, though ye splash ever smartly there in the waves. Avast!"

The Cat blinked, and its tail twitched, then lashed back and forth a couple of times. It was almost a pity no one besides the fish and the mostly still sleeping ducks was there to see the momentous sight - the Cheshire Cat surprised.

"Well, blow me down," it said softly.

((An open thread for all of ye, mates. Ye may, if ye so desire, swap lingo with pirate!Cat here, or ye may not, as the wind takes ye. Comment notification be keelhauled, so drink up, me hearties! Yoho.))