Foul Blaggards

Avast! Thaaar be blackheaaart'd scurvy dogs naaar Waaall St., 'Tis fit'n ye be speak'n Pirate talk this day.

Not know'n how ta talk, me bucko? Splice the mainbrace and cast yer deadlights below:

How to Talk Like a Pirate

The journey continues.

14610 days ago this was the scene: Forty years sounds like a biblical amount of time, but in reality it has never seemed so. Perhaps because we were not wandering around in the same small desert all that time, or maybe because we never considered ourselves on a mission ordained by anyone other than us. The cake was good then, and it is just as sweet today.

Just for reference, here is a contemporary, more casual scene: (showing some of the effects of that cake:)