Atlantis liftoff : chills up meninges. Well, blow me down! It explodes, o' joy... Time H0, shiver me timbers, take-off, matey, 11:29 (5:29 pm, shiver me timbers, Swiss time). Suddenly, at 31 seconds, t' countdown stops. Begad! Net as a cleaver. Well, blow me down! We dare nay believe it. Arrr! Our nerves, already in a ball, tangle. Then, as a detonator, t' second crash into our emotions. Begad! It's off again! Chills captured our emotion, rise t' t' meninges, and stagnated in t' heart ... Avast! it takes off. Slowly, unperturbed, Atlantis tears himself t' ground, his screams and spit flames in t' distance. It traces its white puff, illuminates a gray sky. It merges with t' clouds already. We do t' most distinguished, his thunder fire reaches our ears, shiver me timbers, are just shakin' our eardrums, we vibrate as well. It explodes. For joy ... Aye aye! As Americans, me hearties, we are, a little.