Yer first signs o'Pirate's Day are right in yer own homes, yarr. Everyone be gettin' into the spirit, even you land rats with hooves!
Have a wee chat with your city's commoners t' start the celebrations, arrr.
Yeargh, pirates care nothin' for your land wars! The Horde 'r just as welcome as the rest of ye, assumin' ye pay yer respects like any'un else.
Arr, but we be honest with ya. Ya Forsaken ghost pirates be creepin' us right the hell out.
Now stop draggin' yer feet and get yer sea legs ready! Come on down ter Booty Bay and pay yer respects to the Cap'n! Don't get yerselves in trouble n' mistake the seacow there fer the Captain- she'll keelhaul ya quick for a mistake like that.
This here is 'er, the Dread Cap'n DeMeza, Scourge o' the South Seas. Don't let 'er frame fool ya. Draw her ire, and ye'll have a blade atwixt yer shoulders in no time.
Raise a drink in the Capn's honor, and we'll welcome ya to the fold! Glad to have ye on board, land rat.
Now that ye're one of us, have yerself a good time!
Do what ye want because a pirate is free! Ye are a pirate!
The party'll last all through the eve 'n inta the morn!
Go on, have ye're fun. May yer rum b'strong, and ye're booty be plenniful.
If ye know what I mean. *wink*