Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Arr my hearties, 'tis the 19th day of September, a day dear to my heart and tripes. For 'tis the day when I, eight years back now, did splice my lanyard to that of my goodly wife, sammywol. We've been sailing the seas ever since, sometimes before the mast, sometimes below decks in the Capt'n's cabin (ay, saucy, I know), but always with a laugh, a song and a barrelful of some reasonably priced caribbean rum.

Arrrr, etc.