It must have been exhilarating to board a ship and slaughter the prey that resists, to cut your way through the sporadic cannon fire from a smoking pirate's pistol, the black flag waving, people screaming and the blood soaking into the wood planks, I'd be a pirate, entirely militant and taking whatever my crew wanted, the gold, precious gold.
The Pirate life is family, they fight among one another, but during a battle and the bloodshed, they are united as one howling and vicious animal taking what they want and putting food on their table, aye, I'd be a Captain, not everyone can lead and run the ship, you have to be feared and respected and with a touch of madness, I could be that, scars all over me, eyes with no patch on the prize, my menacing ship on the midnight blue water, my black flag making all who see it tremble with fear, yeah, I'd be a pirate, the thudding roar of my stolen woman-o-war-cannons, my six pistols on my chest, my curved sword at the neck of all nations who wish to swim my oceans, the luxurious treasures for my crew, the thrill of the chase and battle and bloodshed for me, The Captain, bathed in blood, black powder-dust on my face, the reflecting blades in the sunlight madness, the starving, howling apocalypse of taking what's mine, war against the world.