a pirates life is hard and lonely. their is so much that needs to be done. it seems like it's never ends. months and some time years away from home ( if you even have one ). so many enemies to plunder and sink. i pride myself on all the EITC ships i have sent to davy jones locker. ships to be boarded and looted, but normally not with out a frearsome fight. those navy guys think their hot stuff at times. but any pirate worth his salt can take on 4 or 5 at a time without too much trouble. i'm just glad they don't have lost or famed swords. i think the EITC got them all and left none for the navy. then theirs far away places that need to be explored and tend keep us far from loved ones, some times for years at a time. untold treasures to be found at these god forsaken places if you are strong enough to take from the monster that guard it. but it's not all about personal gain. some times we defend whole islands from the wrath of jolly roger. if it was left to the navy these islands would fall like raves cove did. other times we fight not for gold or to defend others, but fight for the honnor of our guild. guilds mean alot to most pirates and we will rank for hours to make our guilds number one. after the last cannon was fired and last last undead went down and i find myself alone on the deck of my ship. i look up at that big bright moon and wonder if that girl i left back on the pantano river ever looks up at that very same moon and thinks of me. one day if jolly rogers sword doesn't find me first, i will return to that river and that girl and hang up my sword for good.