He wanted a much better life but he refused to wake up from his slumber…
He was the sleeping pirate…
Shackled to his bunk by an unfortunate lack of ambition
Always sleeping.
Never dreaming.
Never rising early enough to capture the beauty of the golden sun coming up out of the deep blue sea.
Often bitter and usually drunk, when they divided up the treasure and he got the smallest share.”
It was not fair.
He was the oldest on the ship.
He knew more about the ocean.
He never hoisted the sails though and he never kept watch late at night when the sea was rough and the monsters from Davy Jones had escaped and were looking for easy prey.
No. He was down below shackled to his bunk, making love to his pillow.
For although he was always sleeping, he had long forgotten the thrill of it all.
He didn’t dream anymore.
He didn’t thirst for the open sea.
He did not long to stand on the bow of the ship and feel the chill of the icy wind ripping through his thick pirate beard.
He wanted the treasure but did not hunger for the adventure.
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