To my friends list,
I wish it to be known that I am not going to be participating in the disgusting "Talk Like a Pirate Day" 'celebrations'. I find it both personally upsetting and morally repugnant that the lot of you would choose to emulate those curs on the lowest rung of seafaring society. That you would find amusement in indulging in the reprehensible activities of the most unpleasant corsairs.
You see, my friends, I have chosen to take a higher road than you wretches would even be aware of. I am appalled that so many of you have elected to become pirates and, therefore, I have decided to improve myself on the very day you have all decided to lower yourselves.
For me, September 19th will henceforth be known as "Talk Like a Commodore Day".
Enjoy, then, the 'fun' that you believe to be found in the world of piracy. Enjoy the theft from innocent souls. Enjoy the fear in the eyes of those you will pillage. Enjoy the barbarism. Enjoy the brothels, the gambling halls and the taverns.
But I wish you to know that the time is swiftly approaching that your lechery and your drunkard ways--your thievery and your cruelty--will be put to an stop.
Go then, to sea. Go then, to the islands. Go then, to your secret coves.
I will find you.
Signed,
Commodore Kim
P.S. In the event that you believed I was joking,
atra_tenebrae provided me with this:
![](http://pics.livejournal.com/bagelofdeath/pic/00004tg0)