Last night, I had a dream that i was a pirate. No, not that kind of pirate with an eye patch, loud tattoos to front my testosterone, discolored teeth from eating raw fish and excess tobacco and a crow resting on the shoulder which really is not a prop but a message delivery system.
My version was different. I was a cultured pirate. The modern pirate who relies on technology to get by and not mere compasses and the winds of monsoon. I was a balding pirate, who occasionally went to church, rarely got laid and worked as an insurance salesman. It is the same concept of Bruce Wayne transforming to Batman at night. I was a pirate at night and i was going to ride the seven seas.
My blind spot in life has always been my low-key and unremarkable-ness that you would pass me and fail to notice my being. Just like phantom ship in a dark night. This particular night might be marked with this same evil stain that has defined my entire life. Only that it was different. We met as i walking north towards nothing in general and she was coming from shopping for groceries judging by the bag she was carrying. It was towards the dying of the daylight but all the same, we locked eyes so successfully that they fell in sync. She noticed and approved of me! My lineage shall survive!