Today I Picked a Fight

Today I picked a fight... or maybe more accurately, I picked up the gauntlet and used it aggressively and offensively with force. Pirates don't do this indiscriminately. Pirates don't do it without a sense of personal conviction or resolve. This particular fight is, without question, more than a skirmish and is, in fact, a professional battle. Damn! It felt good. The stakes? High. The cost, regardless of the outcome, extreme. But the cost of not doing it... impossible to pay. Without romanticizing the battle, the cost of silence was more than I could bear.

Having said all of that, if there is a lengthy lapse on blog posts, well, it's because Skully is now riding on a dump truck in Hoboken. But at least he will still be carrying his sword with honor. Oh, crap! What did I do? Just kidding. Stand tall. Fight hard. Compete for honor. There is always, "Welcome to Wal-Mart".

William knew it best and remains the ultimate Pirate!

"Would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance to come back here, and tell our enemies, that they may take our lives. But they'll never take our freedom!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to pick a fight."

"... Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothin."

And that, my friends, is precisely how this Ol Pirate feels. "He didn't get dressed up for nuthin".