A sailor and a pirate were drinking in a coastal tavern one evening. The sailor asked the pirate, “How did you come to have a peg leg?” To which the pirate replied: “Ah well you see, it was a stormy night, the rain was lashing down, the lightening was flashing all around and me old ship was being tossed about like a cork, when suddenly, a wave the size of a mountain, crashed onto the deck and swept me over the side”. “Well me gallant lads battled the waves to get a line to me and then mustered all their strength to pull me back on board - but just as they had got me above the water a shark, the likes of which no one had ever seen before, rose up from the foaming brine and bit off me leg like a breadstick.” “Holy cow”, said the sailor, “but how did you come to have a hook”? “Ah well”, said the pirate, “we had battled a gold laden Spanish galleon into submission and just as me and me shipmates were boarding to claim our spoils, one of the enemy, the scurvy knave, upped and cut off me hand with his razor sharp cutlass, just like he was slicing a cucumber” “Good grief”, said the sailor, “and the patch on your eye”? “Ah well”, said the pirate, “that’s a sorry tale of a different kind”. “It was a calm sunny day, we had no one to fight and our holds fair bulged with plunder, I looked up to the sky to get my bearings from the sun and a seagull shat in my eye”! “Oh”, said the sailor, “but surely that wouldn’t cause you to lose your eye would it”? “Ah well”, said the pirate, “it was me first day with a hook”! http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AuZBP4ckDpwfFLu.X1H9nxYgBgx.;_ylv=3?qid=20100207122117AALV7a6 http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Agq0CIsbvkeXmm6LzKs9eGwgBgx.;_ylv=3?qid=20100207141456AAmYQrI