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A man was walking along the beach, when he arrived at a pier. At the end of the pier stood an old fisherman. Wanting to be nice, the man walked to the end of the pier to say hello. He discovered that this was not an old fisherman but a pirate with a wooden leg, a hook for a hand, and a patch over his eye.
The two made small talk, then the man asked, “Hey, how’d you lose your leg?” The pirate answered, “Argh, I was in her Majesty’s navy, and the ship was bombed. The bomb blew off me leg.” “Oh, that’s awful!” The man replied, horrified. “How did you lose your hand?” “Aye, five years ago we were shipwrecked, and I had to swim to shore. A shark bit off me hand.” “How terrible!” Was the response. Then the man asked, “So, how did you lose your eye?” “First day with the hook. A little birdie pooped in me eye.”
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