The Pros, Cons, and Loves of Piracy


"Mother," a shrill voice rang out from the garden of my house in Port Royal. Katherin walked inside, with a bruised and bleeding lip. "I got in a fight."

"I can see that," I said, getting a peice of cloth for her lip. "Over what?"

"Some girls at school said my parents were pirates, and they killed people just for fun. They said my dad got what he deserved."

I sighed, knowing I'd have to explain this to her one day. "Your father and I were pirates."

"Then they were right?" Katherine shut her eyes tight, as though trying to block the thought of truth out.

"No. We didn't do the things that you've read about pirates doing." Katherin opened her eyes and had tears in them. "Baby, don't cry. You look so much like your father. He'd be so proud of you today."

"So my father was a pirate?"

"No... you're father was a good man."
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Yes, sadly this is the end.

I had fun, and yes-
for the record:

I did cry while writing this last part.

To everyone that has read this at all:

I am eternally grateful.