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How the pirate got his hook
Recently, after a rare and peaceful day sail on my trusty sailboat Sailing Suds, I found myself sitting quietly on my favorite bar stool, in my favorite seaside watering hole, when in walked a pirate. Yep, a real gosh darn, swashbuckling pirate.
Low and behold, he plopped down next to me, so we started recounting our adventures at sea.
Seeing the pirate’s peg-leg, hook, and eye patch I asked: “So, how did you end up with the peg-leg?”
The pirate replies: “we were caught in a huge storm and a giant wave swept me overboard. Just as my crew were pulling’ me out a school of sharks appeared and one of em’ bit me leg off.”
“Blimey!” I said. “And how’d you get the hook?”
“Arrrr…”, mused the old salt, “I got into a fight over a woman in a bar, and me hand got chopped off.”
“Blimey!” I remarked. “And how about the eye patch?”
“Oh, that,” said the pirate, looking embarrassed. A seagull dropping’ fell into my eye.”
“You lost your eye to a seagull dropping?” I asked incredulously.
“Well…” said the old sea dog, ” it was my first day with the hook.”
