Working hard today to fix the ship, you know those jobs that should only take half a day to get the job done. Barnacles scrape off, pull off planks, cause railing to split, snags the sail, put a tear in the sail, the sail loses draft cause too much wind in main sail, snaps rigging, and now the week is shot. If I was not a pirate I would run away and become one.

Even as a pirate there is nothing quite as great as a visit from Mom. Yes it is true that some moms are , well worse then scurvy dogs. The visit from my folks on the other hand is a great joy and re-confirms why I am a Pirate. I am like my Mom, one of the truly great pirates. When you come from a fine line of Pirates nothing makes you prouder then to show off your living pirate heritage. (I just wish I was captain of my own ship and not sailing one of hers)

Fix the the rigging, mend the sails, buy more powder, what happened to the treasure that we fought so hard to acquire? You would hope a pirate could just spend the booty on wenches and rum !

Some days you just need to not pirate. I did not say stop being a pirate , it is some days doing nothing is great. But that's what I do as a pirate anyway.

When ye have been pirating for 30 plus years you think you have the hang of it. The nice thing is for the past 21 years my first mate has been my best friend. I might not know all there is to being a pirate, but to have my best friend at my side through thick and thin I see only clear water and a strong wind in the sails and plenty of treasures.

It is hard to say what makes "bad news" when you're all ready for a fight. The news that the fight has been delayed due to a storm and you now have more time to prepare, or the fight has been delayed and you have more time to prepare. When it is time, it is time, and to delay is ...well so unsettling. More troubles could come up, like the Spanish Armada, a British war ship, scurvy, more bad weather and lots of stuff to worry about. As a pirate, delays just aren't good things. Well, a delayed hangin' is not so bad.

Sometimes as a pirate one has to make choices. They are not always the easy ones like the red head or the blond. The ships you choose to attack can be laden with treasure, or they could be a death trap.

You hear of a ship full of fine ladies headed to Jamaica for a royal wedding there and you say "That sounds fun!" The crew is looking forward to the fun and adventure that a ship like this could bring. Then you say to yourself, "What am I going to do with this fine lot of wenches when we're through?" You can't give 'em back and you can't kill 'em, and no way can you keep 'em. It is hard sometimes to be a pirate and make choices like that. Well if you do make choices.

When you're a Pirate you stretch the truth a lot. Well... you lie a lot, and not just to the local wenches. There are times when not being truthful is needed to keep a rope from around your neck or to deceive some poor ship into thinking you're a whaling vessel in distress. That is part of life as a pirate. But lying to your crew or your mates... that's death! Not just by the code. When you lie, it can mean no trust from the crew that has your back (that's when you can get stabbed in the back , from more then the enemy). Why does one need to lie to the crew or ask you to lie for them? This is the reason pirates vote on who is going to be captain. And one is not promoted to captain just because he has been on the ship a long time. (The parrot would run the ship by that standard.) To lie to get booty is great. Other than that, why lie?