We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring ya’ talk like a pirate day.
Have ya’ ever had the urge to chuck it all and ran off to the sea.
Ayyy, not to be a sailor but to be more than all that.
To pillage & plunder.
To drink Grog, play the Hornpipe and hunt for buried treasure.
I need me some sparkly pirate booty; doubloons, pearls, rubies, emeralds – I want all the pretty sparkly things!
I fell in love with a pirate a very long time ago.
Long before Johnny Depp personified Captain Jack Sparrow.
My 1st pirate movies starred the swashbuckling Errol Flynn.
Picture a Sunday afternoon in September, two rambunctious children, and a sleeping baby.
The oldest (a boy) had way too much energy.
And a 13 year old babysitter in for the long haul (all Sunday afternoon).
Thankfully, in those days we had Sunday afternoon TV movies (old movie classics usually).
Which is when I met Errol Flynn – pirate, raconteur, hero of rambunctious little boys everywhere!
The movie had it all – sword fights, canyons, the high seas, and only a teeny bit of romance.
What did we watch?
It didn’t matter. The baby slept, the boy was quiet, the little girl was enchanted by the costumes and the big girl was enchanted by the sea.
She wanted to run away to see the sea!
She was enchanted by pirates the way she would later be enchanted by cowboys and aliens (separately and together).
Thus, at 13 I became enamored with the sea, freedom, and untameable men.
Ah, what is about wild things?
“Never love a wild thing. You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree, then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.” ― Holly Golightly