The Pirate

The PIRATE stands at the bow of  his ship watching the blue waves that splash against the expanse of his weather-beaten vessel. Though still sturdy and strong, the ship is kriss-krossed with battle scars that are a testament to the many conflicts that it has encountered during it's lifetime......

For many years, The PIRATE has guided his ship into countless ports to do battle with the "natives" that he has defined as thoughtless "savages"--unsuperior to magnificent beings like himself. Lo, it is much easier to KILL when you encounter a face-less and INHUMAN foe.... 

Brandishing his sword, he has leapt into many a-skirmish with blood lust in his heart and the thoughts of ill-gotten "booty" on his mind. The smell of death filled the air as he brought the sharp point of his weapon down upon the skulls of his human prey--smiting and laying them in his wake........

He remembers the smell of burning and charred flesh that choked him from the many fires that scorched the night skies, rising up, from the villages destroyed by him and his minions....The "spoils-of-war": women, caches of gold and pearls, fragrant oils and pungent spices, stir his soul like the song of  Ulysses's SIRENS.......beckoning him on the bigger and better exploits....

He remembers, tenderly, the rush of power it gave him to rip the clothes from a mindless, so-called 'savage' girl, and her cries of anguish as he had his way with her....The PIRATE smiles and licks his lips as THESE thoughts trickle back to him......

Within the bowels of his ship his shipmates scurry around like wharf rats, oblivious to thoughts of "right and wrong". Like DRONES, they live only to do the bidding of the PIRATE--their fearless and seriously FLAWED leader...

As the PIRATE stands at the wheel of his ship the thoughts of what other worlds that must be CRUSHED or BEATEN down invade his mind. And what other lands must he vanquish so that his flag, the 'Jolly Roger', can fly at FULL staff.......

BUT, unbeknownst to him,...there will come a day when there will be no more worlds for him to ravage...there will be no more "capitulation" to his so-called "indomitable" will. One day a foe will rise up in unremitting victory and the PIRATE will walk the earth no more.....

But as the PIRATE stands, grinning on deck,  looking across the churning waters, HE stands supreme in his own mind..."Land HO!!" he yells as he turns his ship into a foreign lagoon that he MUST conquer to feed his insane addiction......

Upon the back of his ship is written the name of his mighty vessel:

AMERICA