If you think you're about to catch any pirate ...well, there's always something your ear may want to hear.

I had the grand privilege to share the company with a young lady, who was not that young ...and not that much a lady.  She wasn't much company either, but that was fine ...it would scare me much more if she was.

Anyways, she was busting at the seams, not of her dress, but of her feminine emotions ...trying to hide what she didn't have, while showing what she also didn't have, emotions-wise, that is.

She shamed this other bloke for his rightful suspicions ...that she directly tried to convince him were not right. She was tellin' him how it was the most terrible of things to think so low of her to think she could do such a thing ...and with accusin' her, an innocent lass, with not a shred of solid evidence was to be destroyin' her good character.  And right at the peak of her shamin' him ...her jaw dropped and her eyes lit up, like the light suddenly came on in that dull head of hers.  She couldn't help share her rapture of sudden revelation ...and she squarely placed the blame on a young lass, not established as she was.

Perhaps the most absurd of it all, is how anyone who strives daily to be as contrary as they can be, could even claim any discernment of goodness of company ...being it, or being in the company of it.  But, one must understand by what aspirations they be undertaking ...to be in common, or to be a bit different. 

With pirates it's often all about survival for one more day ...but, me not a real pirate at heart.  I look to the everlasting treasure, while seeking out the heart of God.  And I've set my anchor ...not allowing the current or drift to carry me where it may.