Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round and listen well, for I've a tale of the high seas and grand adventure on the briny deep to spin for ye! It's been a good year since our last jolly rendezvous, yet it feels like the blink of a one good eye since we last hoisted a tankard of grog and spun yarns together. Some might say time be as swift as a topsail breeze, provided ye still have both eyes to witness it. But reckon ye, me mateys, 'tis that time again.
Aye, 'tis time for the Pirate Lords to assemble at our secret meetin' place and gab in the manner of Sourdough, or, for ye landlubbers, "talk like a pirate." Picture this: The sun bein' swallowed by the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, as ye approach our gatherin', the salty breeze touslin' yer locks, and the anticipation of sharin' tales of swashbucklin' escapades from the past year burnin' in yer chest. Remember that night when ye didn't stumble upon that elusive 5-star Jackcat all alone by the silvery light of the moon? Well, those be the stories we're itchin' to hear! Now, I won't be makin' any promises about grog, for this be a family affair, but for those with a smidgen of luck, a pinch of skill, and a thirst for adventure as vast as the seven seas, there be treasures aplenty to plunder.
So, mark yer calendars with a black spot blacker than Davy Jones's heart, for the date: September 19th. We'll gather as the tide starts its rise, from 6:00 pm to 6:30 pm, or until the last scallywag decides to make himself scarce. And as for the location, where else would a scurvy crew of pirates convene but the trusty ol' Pirate Ship? Look forward to seein' ye there, me hearties, for if ye miss this gatherin', ye might find yerself explorin' the murky depths, payin' a visit to Davy Jones's Locker, and ne'er returnin' to the land of the livin'! So, batten down the hatches, hoist the Jolly Roger, and prepare to set sail—adventure awaits! 