"Some enchantey'd evening You will have a Birthday....."
You've crossed the line again, and that always calls for a ceremony. The ship's carpenter is busy drilling holes in the ship's biscuits to put the candles in as we speak. (So what, if a few weevils die in your honor). Break open a new cask of Salt Horse and a double tot of grog all around! Strike up a hornpipe! Let the party begin!......