Let’s be pirates! Pirates’ life for Friends.
Maybe you’ve got the pirate princess bug but you’re not ready to run away to sea just yet. But if you’re a lucky bastard and happen to be in Honolulu, Hawaii, you can join the crew of the Treasure Seeker for a whirlwind hour-and-a-half jaunt from Kewalo Basin to Waikiki and back. Aye, ma’am!
Toronto Star staffer Andrew Livingstone gets a pirate’s eye view aboard the SS Sorlandet. Testimony from real-life pirate princess and Class Afloat alum Celina Diaz: “Before you cross you’re a pollywog and when you cross you become a shellback,” she said. “It’s like once you become a shellback you’re part of this society, you’re under King Neptune’s protection.”
If you, (unlike me, at least in the pirate ship world) are still a youngster, find out more about the Class Afloat program!
The border writing starts: “An orphan left to a world in which she does not belong undertakes a perilous journey.’ Ooh!
At Bleeding Cool, artist Jeremy Bastian gets interviewed about his graphic novel, Cursed Pirate Girl, published by Archaia Entertainment. I’m sold on the cover art alone!
The insides are even more gorgeous.
I won’t forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand
I said I was a boy; I’m glad he didn’t check.
I learned to fly, I learned to fight.
I lived a whole life in one night.
We saved each other’s lives out on the pirate’s deck.
And I remember that night
When I’m leaving a late night with some friends
And I hear somebody tell me it’s not safe,
someone should help me
I need to find a nice man to walk me home.
When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb upon
And I don’t know how I survived,
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.
And you can walk me home, but I was a boy, too.
I was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw.
My neighbor come outside to say, “Get your shirt,”
I said “No way, it’s the last time I’m not breaking any law.”
And now I’m in this clothing store, and the signs say less is more.
More that’s tight means more to see, more for them, not more for me.
That can’t help me climb a tree in ten seconds flat.
When I was a boy, See that picture? That was me,
Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees.
And I know things have gotta change,
They got pills to sell, they’ve got implants to put in,
they’ve got implants to remove.
But I am not forgetting…that I was a boy too.
And like the woods where I would creep, it’s a secret I can keep
Except when I’m tired, ‘cept when I’m being caught off guard
And I’ve had a lonesome awful day, the conversation finds its way
To catching fire-flies out in the backyard.
And so I tell the man I’m with about the other life I lived
And I say, “Now you’re top gun, I have lost and you have won”
And he says, “Oh no, no, can’t you see
When I was a girl, my mom and I we always talked
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry, now even when I’m alone I seldom do
And I have lost some kindness
But I was a girl too.
And you were just like me, and I was just like you.”
This past week, while I was in Key West studying the literature of the future, I couldn’t help but search out the Caribbean pirates of the past.
More to come, including my trip on the schooner Appledore and your Hot Pirate of the Month!
I was stunned by the talent shown in Baggywrinkles, a webcomic from real-life pirate princess Lucy Bellwood, who uses her comics to spin yarns about her time sailing on Portland’s Lady Washington.