I once had a dream of putting together a half an hour poetry performance about a really sad pirate. Here’s one of the poems:
Heritage
There arn’t be too much work
When the vessel is in port
Some nights I,
in boredom,
wish for a different life,
A life of roses and seams and tradition
Not pirate tradition
But the heritage and kinship built of
tailors, and of farmers, of silversmiths and
bards
Instead, tonight, I put in a pint of grog
And holler with me boys
Well…yar