I turn toward the pirate. His eyes are mirrors of the twinkling ocean as he stares far into the horizon. His chest is still and his breathing easy, relaxed. I understand why he’s made the ocean his home. It’s marvelous and uninhibited. Tangled in the ship’s rigging and overlooking the sea like its figurehead, a small part of me can’t help but wonder what it must be like to live like this. To go wherever you wish, day after day.
