shiver me timbers

Today I met a pirate.

Cause when you hop on the slowest bus imaginable in the middle of a Lhasa afternoon and the driver is wearing a sleeveless mesh t-shirt, has a shaved head, a disintegrating cigarette in his left hand, a gold earring in his right ear and is singing along in mildly fluent English to the Bob Marley dvd playing in the bus' windshield visor... and when he turns around to the amused foreigner in the front seat and says "you like this man? you know he's my brother" you know you've met a pirate.

His name is Cidandunju and he spits a little when he talks.

I can't be sure but I could have sworn when I got off I noticed a parrot sitting on his shoulder.