‘What do pirates sit on?’ you ask

A murmur spreads its way across the crowd of nautical salvagers as they rack their brains for the answer.

The general consensus appears to be that they do not know.

‘Their arrrrse’ you tell them.

A small ripple of chuckles quickly dies down. But at least you are still alive.

Time for another joke fast, your very existence depends on it

Do you go with

A pirate walks into a bar…’

‘What is orange and sounds like a parrot?’