A Little Kid Sees a Pirate on the Beach and walks up to him. The pirate has a peg-leg, a hook, and an eyepatch. Intrigued, the kid asks, “how come you’ve got that peg for a foot?”
The pirate responds, “Aye, now that’s a story. I was battlin’ another ship with me crew, and a cannon ball flew straight toward me. Blew everythin’ past me ankle clean off!”
“Wow, ” the kid says. “What about your hook for a hand?”
“Same day as me leg, actually. Shortly after the cannon ball hit, a stray bullet went clean through me wrist. Nothin’ could be done to save the hand.”
“Sorry to hear that,” the kid comments. “Did you lose your eye that day too?”
“No, that happened about a week later. It was a clear, smooth-sailin’ day. I heard a bird call, looked skyward, and got an eye full ‘o bird crap.”
The kid looks incredulous. “That wouldn’t make you lose your eye!”
“Aye,” the pirate admits, “but I hadn’t gotten used to the hook yet.”