Obviously it's not the very real Somalian type hijacking pirates, more the lovable cheeky rogue type a la Pugwash.
If you're a VeloCaker up in the big smokes - in those dark satanic mills and hubs of industry that don't have the romance of sea faring folk in your blood, you may not appreciate just what a big deal Pirate Day is down here in Penzance.
The town centre comes alive, skull and crossbones are hoisted above every shopfront, main braces are spliced and everyones a Jack Sparrow.
It's not all timber shivering, Yo Ho Ho's and bottles of Rum, that happens every weekend here.
No, think more comic operetta and Gilbert and Sullivan.
For every drunken salty sea dog with an eye patch on street corners, on the other side of the road there's a group of unhappy police and a model of a modern major general in every window.
We are a cultured lot down here.
One parting note, "Why are pirates pirates?" "Because they AAAAArrrrrrr"
By the way, the Saturday cafe run will be to Le sud du france if the sun's out, green bean if it wet.