Me Old Crew

Ye always hope when you sign on with a new crew that you’ll become part of the legend of the ship, that they’ll carve yer name in the mast and speak of you in hushed tones on nights when the sea is flat and the air is warm. When I got Shanghaied by Quinnipiac, one note touched me, by the first mate of the Buffalo program, Frank Tutzauer. He promised me that the Communication Department would faithfully celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day in my honor. I only hope they have been true to that oath. Or I’ll have to keelhaul the lot of ’em. Yarrrr.