Tis the one day of the year when we can go around shouting our favorite nautical phrases at the tops of our lungs and no one thinks any the worse of us.
Well, at least, no one admits that they think any the worse of us.
So in honor of this fine day, I'd like to challenge you fine seadogs to test your piratical knowledge with the Shiver Me Timbers Quiz.
Do you have the knowledge it takes to be a true pirate? Or are ye naught but a landlubber pretending the sea flows in his veins ...
If you'd care for some more pirate fun, check out A Pirate's Glossary of Terms to improve your knowledge of piratical phraseology. I've found it to be quite helpful!
My research takes me to places like that quite frequently. See, I've always been fond of pirates, sailors, and the sea. And somehow all three keep cropping up in different projects I've been working on ...
A middle-grade fantasy series I'm working on.
After finally managing to escape their enemies, the main characters find themselves battling Langorian pirates on the shores of the sea. Unfortunately, these pirates aren't exactly the lovable sort who swagger around spouting off humorous phrases like "shiver me timbers" or "parley" or "savvy."
They're somewhat more of the murderous sort. The kind who would as soon cut your throat as look at you.
Holding his dirk by the tip, Amos focused on the pirate’s broad back—an easy target. He let fly, and a moment later, the dirk sprouted between the pirate’s shoulder blades. He paused to retrieve his dirk from the body and looked up to find himself standing in the midst of a cluster of pirates.
Something slammed into him from behind, shoving him down and grinding his face into the sand. He gasped for breath and inhaled a mouthful of dust. He lashed out with his dirk and struggled to rise.
Thud. A boot crashed into his side, followed by a kick to the chest, and then another and another. Blows poured down upon him. Beneath the crushing weight of pain, Amos was conscious of only one thing.
He had failed Birdie.
A new epic fantasy that I'm working on. Doesn't exactly contain pirates. Yet. But it does sport a harpoon wielding hero disguised as a fisherman.
And let's be honest. Who can resist that?
Ronan broke into a run. Harpoon in hand, bare feet punching the sand, he raced toward the sea-demon. He didn’t know what he intended to do. Didn’t even know what he could do. But the sheer audacity of the action sent his heart pumping with excitement.
At least the beast would have a fighting chance.
The scadtha’s jaws opened wider and wider till Ronan feared it would swallow the sea-demon whole. Not that it need to. The rows of jagged teeth filling its mouth were more than capable of handling the job.
A battle cry ripped from Ronan’s lips. He flung himself onto the scadtha’s back, hands slipping on the slimy scales, and pulled himself up into a crouch at the nape of the towering neck. He drew both hands back and plunged the harpoon into a gap between the scales.
Ever written about pirates, sailors, or the sea? Fond of reading books about them? Share your favorite passage or your favorite book in the comments!
And don't forget to use plenty of piratey phrases today!