Sad that running away to sea isn’t really a career choice anymore
man I wish it was 1731 so I could slip out of my window one humid summer night and find my way down to the grimy docks, where I stow away in a barrel of hardtack and survive off of it until the ship is too far away from land to make port, and when the crew discovers me they haul me up on deck to make me walk the plank, but at the last moment the grizzled old captain stops them and after glaring at me for a few minutes turns around to head back to the prow and says “aye lads, why waste a pair of hands on deck. It’s bad luck to throw a body overboard who ain’t raised a cutlass against us, and we just lost our old cabin boy to the scurvy. This deck needs swabbin’ and I won’t be doin’ it, by my ugly aunt Tilda’s gold tooth.” The crew doesn’t trust me at first, and I get knocked about quite a bit as I learn the ropes, but over time I prove myself and when the captain and his ragged crew of privateers realize I’m secretly a girl they don’t care because they’ve already taken to me, just as I’ve taken to the sea, and the captain takes me under his wing and he’s not so bad after all and he teaches me everything his father taught him, and we undermine the efforts of the British East India Company and become so notorious that the admiral of the queen’s navy froths at the mouth at even the mention of our ship’s name and also I have a cool tricorn hat and say “yaarg” and know what “grog” is :D
Finally, someone who gets it
