"Ahoy, m'hearty!" cried my mate, Pirate Pete. "I'm not as cheery as normal, me old..."
I asked him what the problem was.
"Well, when I worr sailin' around the Main all those years ago, I met Billy Boy, a beauty of a parrot. Never saw a more pretty bird. 'E worr clever,an' all! 'E became moi favourite companion,'e did. Told 'im where my treasure was buried an' everythin', and taught 'im all the swear words that us pirate boys use. Aye, 'e worr my bestest pal, 'e worr... I miss 'im, t'owd lad...."
"Miss him?" I asked.
"Aye, miss 'im. Spoiled 'im rotten, I did. Fed 'im way too much though, accordin' to the ship's doc. He worr really overweight, and it became dangerous for 'im....so I 'ad to 'ave 'im put dahn, I did....."
I saw the old pirate's eyes glisten as he recounted his tale.
"Sorry to hear that", I said in a sympathetic tone.
"Aye, lad. It worr sad. Mind you, it's a weight off me shoulders..."