I am harsh and dangerous.
I wonder who consumed the last of the rum.
I hear waves crashing against Queen Anne’s.
I see enemy ships in the distance.
I intimidate by lighting cannon fuses in my hair.
I am harsh and dangerous.
I pretend to accept the governor’s pardon.
I feel my stomach grumbling.
I touch long, stringy pigtails in my beard.
I worry about life in 1718.
I cry at the thought of life on land.
I am harsh and dangerous.
I understand the difficulties of pirate life.
I say I will one day retire.
I dream of seeking revenge with Lieutenant Maynard.
I try to conquer enemies throughout the Caribbean.
I hope to be remembered.
I am harsh and dangerous.