The following conversation occurred between myself and my son Connor via text messages:
me: Blow me down me bucko.
me: Avast me hearties!
Shiver me timbers!
C: Are you watching pirate movies?
Don't you know what day it is?
C: Cake day?
C: Pirate day?
C: Don't have to pay board day?
C: You pay me board day?
C: You buy me a Porsche day?
me: Aarr it be "talk like a pirate day" matey. Ye must be one of those sons of biscuit eaters or some sort of scurvy dog
C: Mum gives out expensive things to Connor day?
C: Sons of biscuit...
C: Omg mum
C: The cake show has finally cracked you...
C: Scurvy dog...
C: I think you've lost it hahaha
me: ye are a scallywag.
Just a couple of piratey cakes to finish off the week.
First one is from Antonella Di Maria Torte & Design:
And I like the clean lines of this one, however I couldn't find out who made it.