Pirates still exist today. Terror of the seas, plunder, kidnap and murder — that kind of pirate. I know. I used to be one. When I was seventeen, I ran away to become a pirate. I was adventurous, romantic, eager to experience life. And naive.
A pirate’s life is not romantic. It’s uncomfortable, dangerous, and smelly. But that’s okay; I’m not a pirate any more. I’m a prisoner. Maybe a pirate’s death will be romantic.
