Captain J. Flint

Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"

Slurring my words a bit drunkenly, I shake her hand in a careful manner. “She looked hungry, what can I say? Don’t you agree?” I look away for a moment, admiring the sun on the horizon, swaying a bit on my feet. “It’s nice to meet you.”

"Right. Well. Of course. She can't be messy, now can she?" Giving her a messy, lopsided smile, I merely nod and wander off to clean the blasted bucket. "I shall be back later, then."

Slurring my words a bit drunkenly, I shake her hand in a careful manner. “She looked hungry, what can I say? Don’t you agree?” I look away for a moment, admiring the sun on the horizon, swaying a bit on my feet. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The roots of the word “piracy” come from the ancient Greek πειράομαι, or peiráomai, meaning “attempt;” i.e. an attempt to rob for personal gain. This morphed into πειρατής, or peiratēs, meaning “brigand,” and from that to the Latin pirata, where we get the modern English word pirate.

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

"To have your blessing is a bit of a surprise," I tell her, eyes drifting lazily over to her face. "Thank you."

"If you fool me, you will drown.” she told him, turning to make her leave.

"I may be many things, but a liar and a fool I am not," I say as I watch her turn to leave.