True sailin' be dead, mate! I'm too old to rape, pillage and plunder anymore so I've settled down deep in the backwoods of Michigan's upper peninsula near the Big Lake for an occasional day trip on the moody waters. Nothing left to do but tell sea stories about the good old days and all the weird goings on about with these here landlubbers. I swear, I'd wish I could throw the whole lot of them overboard into Davy Jones' locker sometimes if I could, the lumpen rednecks!