"You simply are one", he said. "Do you have a pair of boots?"
"Yes".
Do you have an animal of some sort?
"Yes".
"Care for some whiskey?"
"Oh, no thank you. I really shouldn't. It makes me mean." I thought back to the time I downed some Jameson and chewed out my ex-boyfriend years ago. Gave him a right good verbal lashing, I did. I smiled at the bitter-sweet memory.
"Mean...or aggressive?"
Hmm...maybe the whiskey gave me courage to stand up for myself. The fire-water allowed me to take back my dignity, pride and self worth with a sharp tongue. A pirate would never take that kind of bullocks from anybody.
"I would love a swig, thank you". This was a sufficient answer to his inquiry.
***
The life of a pirate...sounds like the life to live, no?
Slugging whiskey, pillaging and chanting, donning leather and feathers, animal hides and skulls.
That's the life for me...
Pirates live the life of adventure and exploration. Pirates in the simplest sense, get what they want.
They don't sit on their boat and think about how to live.
Pirates act, do, and be. How else can they survive?
They seek treasure and hoard, steal, hunt, navigate, and kill to find it, any way possible at any cost.
In summation, Pirates get sh*t done.
I wonder if they drink lots of coffee.
