Devil Dan's Berthdee

All Hands Hoay! Tis Eric The Enforcer he’r. Me be thinkin tis thee Autumn n thee Autumn meens a birthdee for that picarooned, jub Dancin Devil Dan (or Chop on any either dey). So tis it time to be stinkin with platitudinous partyin, to be bellerin bountifully bombastic big talk, to gorge, gulp, guzzle and grunt. Twill be thee time to resound n roar a big birthdee beller to the Devil (Dan that tis) at me quarters round 5 bells on Sundee. I’ll be furnishin the cackle, thee rumfustian and thee salamagundi. Ye be fetchin yer twannin strings, gizzy boxes, yer clackers and yer shakers an yer grog. Sheer expectin to see ye powder monkeys at the Sundee shindig.

Ye who weers ye pirate grubs well be gettin the prize o the Cap’n. Yarrrrrrr!