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