Avast! Gather round, ye barnacle-encrusted landlubbers and ink-stained scallywags! The salt spray bit extra sharp this morning when the carrier gulls ...

Heave to, ye scurvy dogs of the press! The winds have shifted, and they carry the scent of expensive lavender mixed with the sweat of the gridiron. Th...

Gather 'round, ye barnacle-encrusted landlubbers and ink-stained wretches of the press, for the winds of the West Indies carry a scent more pungent th...

Gather 'round, ye bilge-sucking landlubbers and scurvy dogs of the ink-stained trade! The tides of the Critics Choice Awards ha' turned, and the s...

Hark! The bells of the desert chapels toll not for the dead, but for the damned fools entering the bonds of holy lock-up! Rumor has reached my salt-cr...

Avast, ye scallywags and ink-stained bilge rats! The winds of fate have blown a gale of joy through the rigging of the S.S. Entertainment. Word has re...

Avast, ye salt-crusted scallywags and ink-stained powder monkeys! Gather 'round the spirit cask, for the winds of the fashion world have turned foul a...

Avast, ye scurvy dogs and bracket-betting landlubbers! The stars have aligned in a most wicked fashion, and the one true map to the mountain of gold h...

Ahoy, ye scurvy dogs of the ink-stained press! Gather 'round the galley fire, for the scrying mirrors of the watchmen have finally spat forth their tr...

Avast, ye scurvy dogs and bilge-sucking landlubbers! The winds of the Vernal Equinox carry more than just the scent of salt and rotten citrus this yea...

Ahoy, ye bilge-rats and scurvy dogs of the ink-trade! Gather 'round the barrel, for the winds from the East bring a stench worse than a hold full of r...

Avast, ye scurvy dogs and silken-tongued land-lubbers! The winds of the North Atlantic have carried a scroll of such opulence that even the crustiest ...

Avast, ye salt-crusted bilge-rats and ink-stained scallywags! Captain Iron Ink is back at the helm, and I bring tidings that smell worse than a week-o...

Avast, ye salty dogs, ink-stained scallywags, and celluloid-starved landlubbers! The word has drifted across the Caribbean faster than a merchant brig...

Avast, ye scallywags and deck-scrubbers! A dark cloud has gathered over the horizon of the entertainment empire, blacker than a kraken's ink and twice...

Avast, ye scurvy dogs and salt-crusted deckhands! The winds are shifting in the frigid heights of the Land of Neutrality, where the silver-tongued...

Gather 'round, ye ink-stained wretches and market-watching landlubbers! Your Captain has returned from the murky latitudes of the Orient, and I bring ...

Gather 'round, ye ink-stained scallywags and salt-crusted deckhands, for the winds have carried a scent of honey and pure gold across the Caribbean! '...

Avast, ye salt-stained wretches and land-lubbing ear-flappers! Adjust yer eyepatches and steady yer peg-legs, for the tides of the musical Caribbean h...

Batten down the hatches and hide your rum, for a tempest is brewing upon the horizon that no compass can navigate! Word has reached my soot-stained ca...