Ahoy there, me heartieth! Thith may look like a bitharre way of dithcovering new dragon nameth, but that'th not tho at all. In fact, we Offithially have Nothing To Do with Dragonriderth.
No, we are the League of Lithping Pirateth! Contheived in several hourth of inthanity in an AIM Chat room, theveral memberth of Cibby became the core of thith noble, bloodthirthty, thcurrilouth, cutthroat, thea-farin', cutlath-wieldin', rum-gulpin' band of theasoned rathcally thea dogth that ye thhall thhortly thee before ye.
Cap'n Alithon "Mad Authie" Thmith
Pirate Gear: One parrot 
, conversant in scientific dinosaur names ("squawk! Allosaurus fragilis! whistle!"), named Thyril ("Thut UP, Thyril!"); one large pirate-captain-style hat, with feather; one hand-replacement - usually a hook, but has many various attachments (eg: fork, knife, cutlass, razor, knitting needles, pick, shovel, paintbrush, microscope, boomerang-launcher, Australian/Piratese dictionary, etc. etc.); one utterly bizarre Australian/Pirate/Lispish accent.
Blurb: The hailth from a thtrange, backwardth thouthern land, and often laptheth into her barbarouth native tongue when the'th raving ethpethially incoherently, or jutht forgetth to lithp and uthe Piratethe. The hath thworn to hunt down and capture an Evil Dragon (known to Thyril ath "Jessicus weyrwomanii"), for the inthult of eating her hand. Cap'n Alithon hath hunted thith Dragon down relentlethly for five yearth, and conthtantly vowth revenge.
When the'th not dragon-hunting, the, like any red-blooded unwathhed pirate, theekth buried treathure... in thith cathe, in the form of dinothaur boneth. Thith ith dethpite the prethenthe of a healthy populathion of dinothaurth on their island hideout. Well, the populathion ith mothtly healthy, a few of the dinothaurth theem to have eye problemth, and have been theen wearing eye patcheth.
Weapon of Choice: A Cutlath if the can get it; but the'll uthe an epee for fine work.
Firtht Mate "Black Beard"
Pirate Gear: One monkey, named Thpanky; eye patch optional...
Blurb: (insert blurb - Canuck of the Frozen North) The ith bucking tradithion by not only taking a name in defianthe of her lack of a beard (though we be workin' on that), but in taking one without any 'S'th.
Ol' Blackie made our Pirate Thmiley up there, tho credit her if ye thteal it!
Weapon of Choice: A thavage trained attack-moothe, named Chrithmoothe. Mind the hornth!
Thecond Mate "Thcurvy Thimon" MacThween (We calls 'im/'er "Th mon", cos (s)he's missin' an "i".)
Pirate Gear: One thmall, bad-tempered cat (named Thpike); one compulsory eye patch (missing "i")....
Blurb: (MacThween'th make the betht haggith in Thcotland! Try it, it'th in the thopth.)
Thimon thtarted life ath a thmall boy in the Highlandth of Thcotland, although he claimth Yorkthhire anthethtry ath well. Hith anthethtorth lived in Leedth and Thkipton and Thelby, then moved north to Thcotland to ethcape the etheth. Thadly, in thith they failed thpectacularly.
Hith family moved around a lot, living in Glathgow, Dumfrieth, the Thetland
Ithlandth and almotht anywhere that had an "eth" in itth name. Finally, they moved to Edinburgh and Thimon breathed a thigh of relief: he wouldn't get teathed every time he gave hith addreth.
Unfortunately, Thimon went to the port of Leith one night for an evening'th
drinking and carouthing with hith mateth. When he woke up the nextht morning, he had a thtinking hangover and was a prethed man on board the Eth Eth Thithily.
Thimon found he liked the life of a pirate, thailing the theven theath, killing people, drinking rum and thtinking to high heaventh becauth he never took off hith kilt. Hith MacThween tartan thoon became thynonymouth with Thcottith piratical endeavourth and the thight of hith black eyepatth and thmelly thmall cat called Thpike make brave men run thcreaming when they
thee him on the horithon.
Weapon of Choice: Thimon invented a cannon that fireth haggith, which doethn't do much damage but maketh thipth thcarper ath they are covered in the heart, liver and lighth of a theep (including itth thtomach lining, into which the haggith mixth ith thtuffed). Rethipe can be given upon requetht.
Bothun Thara, th' Thwathbuckling Peg Leg
Pirate Gear: One peg leg (also named Thmith); one whistle; one pirate copy (har har!) of Photoshop; eye patch...
Blurb: (Token American)
Weapon of Choice: ?
Damthel in Dithtreth (Jenny)
Pirate Gear: One small crown (cardboard, emblazoned "Burger King"); one wet, stolen wedding dress (stolen by First Mate from First Mate's sister); one convincing British accent....
Blurb: Kidnapped by the daring crew of the Thithily, she was rescued by the accursed do-gooder Captain Thhane "Jolly" Rogers. Despite his ample supply of rum, she chose to return to the Thithily and adopt Cornish Pirate Garb (a black and white thtriped leotard and Black thigh bootth).
Weapon of Choice: Her cruel and witty tongue... take ten latheth! My, that thmarth.... But when the really needth to thmite thome thcoundrel, the employth her Cornithh Pathtieth with deadly accurathy...
Thip'th Cook, Miththen-Dog 'Thauthageth' Thmythethon
Pirate Gear: Thhe ith equipped with a generouth thelection of general cooking implementh. They can be rather nathty - ethpethially thothe apple-corerth! Thhe hath a bottle of malt vinegar too. Becauthe you never know!
Blurb: Good ol' Thauthageth ith an accomplithhed Chef, although thhe hath a few quirkth, which the crew ith alwayth ready to forgive when they tathte her ecthquithite and thucculent dithheth. One thuch quirk ith the perthithtant deluthion that the miththen matht ith her pet dog. It can be motht amuthing to watch her try to take it for walkieth.
Weapon of Choice: Her truthty Thpatula of Thtirring (+6)
Aye! And a fine thip the be indeed! The Eth Eth Thithily (S.S. Sicily) wath lovingly crafted, with the captain'th cabin panelled in rare Tathmanian Thathafrath timber. Then the wath thunk off Plymouth to be an artifithial reef... Not if we could thave her! The wath raithed rethently from a premature watery grave, and now bearth uth proudly about the theven theath! Exthept we're thtill trying to get the theaweed and molluthcth off her rigging. 
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