Firstly, I’ll refer ya to the official ITLAPD website to find your local ITLAPD event – celebrate this glorious day by drinking a pint o’ grog with your fellow crewmates!
Speaking of grog, cast an eye upon this piratical ITLAPD punch from A Fine Kettle of Ish.
Those cherries, they be as black as me ol’ mum’s heart. And a twist o’ the ol’ sour fruit does tend to keep the scurvy at bay. Now, if ye be drinkin’, ye best be singing. A sea shanty, that is. Sure, a right sprightly tune keeps the sails full and the monsters at bay.
And although ’tis true, this be Talk Like a Pirate Day and not Dress Like a Pirate Day, with Halloween a mere two score days hence, surely you’ll want to give some thought to the most effective pirate garb to go plunderin’ a ship’s hold’s worth of candy?
Lastly me mateys, I leave you with these words, a sea chant to say with your fellows when deep in yer cups or putting yer bravest face forward against the terrors of the heaving sea, when yer heart truly knows that the only grave awaitin’ ye is naught more than blood and salt water, a dark eternity held fast by Davy Jones’ long embrace.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike The bosun brained with a marlinspike And cookey's throat was marked belike It had been gripped by fingers ten; And there they lay, all good dead men Like break o'day in a boozing ken. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Fifteen men of the whole ship's list Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four And there they lay, and the soggy skies Dripped down in up-staring eyes In murk sunset and foul sunrise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ten of the crew had the murder mark! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a yawing hole in a battered head And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes Looking up at paradise All souls bound just contrariwise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Fifteen men of 'em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold With a ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabins riot of stuff untold, And they lay there that took the plum With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! More was seen through a sternlight screen... Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. 'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid That dared the knife and took the blade By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight, With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! - Young Ewing Allison, "Derelict"