Barbossa
squelched home muttering to himself about lousy cheating pirates, unhelpful kidnapped squirrels and a sad, sad lack of rum.
Then the date occurred to him.
"I LOST A PIRATE-OFF ON TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY?!" he bellowed to the skies.
Barbossa hated everything.
[OOC: Mostly establishy. Hee.]