Avast ye, Mateys! Prapare to be boarded! 'Tis I, Cap'n Nicole. How fare ye since I've been gone?

Arr, I apologizes for not dropping by the good ship BoB more often. I should be keelhauled.

Me first mate, Aph the Bold, has buried her treasure in a most inconvenient place. Her treasure lies in me own shoe! When I go to put it on, she'll think I've been searching for her treasure. She thought the same thing when she buried it under me bedsheets. Y'arr, but I love that dog.

Arr, Pirates hate to get mushy (It ruins the mystique, y'know) but I love all of ye, even the landlubbers with no Ocean to call yer own.

I'll be back soon with more tales of the briny deep. And maybe me own recipe for Squid and Seaweed stew. Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart! (If ye got one, ye Barnacle-faced Sea Hag!)