Well shiver me timbers, avast me mateys, it’s been nigh on 3 year since our last rendezvous. It may seem like t'was just t’other day when last we met, but it truly has been a whole year. Some scallywags might say time goes by in t' blink o' an eye, that's assumin' ye have one wit'out a patch to blink. But, whether yar have one good eye or two, it be tha’ time again. Aye, ‘tis time for t' Pirate Lords to gather at t' meetin' place so we can all parley as a Sourdough (or, to yar landlubbers, “talk like a pirate”).
Aye, t’will be a fine time for those that come. A chance to parley with yar matey’s and swap tale tails of high adventure from the year past (Like how ye didn't find that 5-star jackcat all on yar lonesome by t' light o' t' moon. Can’t promise thar’ll be any grog (this bein' a family gatherin' an all), but for them wit' a bit o' luck, some skill, and an adventurous spirit, thar'll be booty t' be found.
So put a big black spot on yar calendar to mark t' date: September 19th. We’ll meet when t' tide is on t' rise, from 6:00 pm to 6:30 pm, or whenever t' last salty cur leaves. As for t' place, where else would pirates gather 'cept t' Harbour.
Hope t' see ye thar or you may end up in the briney deep checking on Davy Jones's Locker.