Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates. “I’ve got a jar of dirt! I’ve got a jar of dirt, and guess what’s inside it?” “Why is the rum always gone?” Right from the Voyage og Noah, surviving was by sailing. Avast ye! and sail against the tides.
I’d love to drop anchor in your lagoon. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free You can always trust the untrustworthy because you can always trust that they will be untrustworthy. Its the trustworthy you can’t trust. Why is the rum gone? Suddenly you’re like a pirate, you’re 65 years old and you’ve got an ear- ring. Damnation seize my soul if I give you quarters, or take any from you. It is when pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves. But I am touched by y’loyalty mate.
Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free Prepare to be boarded. Let’s get together and haul some keel. The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great- grandfather was a pirate. The existence of the sea means the existence of pirates. The Code is more like guidelines, really. “I’ve got a jar of dirt! I’ve got a jar of dirt, and guess what’s inside it?” “Why is the rum always gone?” Pirate’s code: First freedom and the captain. Second the loot, third woman and the rum and at the end no mercy if they not immediately surrender!