Arrrrrgh, Matey!

No eye patch, no parrot, no wooden leg or a bottle of rum, but here I am at work's annual Halloween potluck as a swashbuckler. I don't know--call me Stan. Swashbucklin' Stan.
Counters were laden with plunder--and all our bellies were full by 11am. And again at 1pm. And any hour after that as long as food was still around. A tradition and feast we look forward to. Out of the woodwork came a lion tamer, a witch, a crusader, a hillbilly, a flapper, Willy Wonka, a prisoner, a cleaning lady, a doctor, a mouse, Alice in Wonderland, Dorothy from Oz, and others--all in good fun.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!