Am I making myself clear, Orrin? I don't regret how I've lived these past few years. I move where I will. I set no appointments. I guard no borders. What landbound king has the freedom of a ship's captain? The Sea of Brass provides. When I need haste, it gives me winds. When I need gold, it gives me galleons.' Thieves prosper, thought Locke. The rich remember. He made his decision, and gripped the rail to avoid shaking.'Only gods-damned fools die for lines drawn on maps,' said Zamira. 'But nobody can draw lines around my ship. If they try, all I need to do to slip away is set more sail.

Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. 'And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems...'Alcoves,' Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. 'I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.

I lost my temper,' I finish. 'I lost my temper. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.'Well, no one means to lose their temper, my boy,' the Captain smiles. 'If they did, it wouldn't be lost.

To live is to walk beside Death but never join hands. ~ Captain Buck 'Slackeye' Roberts.

Shandy looked ahead. Blackbeard, apparently willing to get the explanation later, had picked up his oars and was rowing again. 'May I presume to suggest,' yelled Shandy giddily to Davies, 'that we preoceed the hell out of here with all due haste.' Davies pushed a stray lock of hair back from his forehead and sat down on the rower's thwart. 'My dear fellow consider it done.

In order to avoid shipwreck, wise people usually appoint one captain to navigate the ship.

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll beworking pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

Captain Harald Biscay rubbed his graying temples, staring deep in thought at the vast star field showing on the large navigation display on the bridge. It had been a pretty rough few days for him. Of all the things he’d seen in his travels through the universe, not many rated worthy of being remembered. Of the few examples of items Captain Biscay rated that highly, when he was a young man, his uncle would often play the bagpipes at strange hours of the night – shortly before being put in a ‘home’. That rated a mention.

There was a warrior once who foughtAgainst man's subtlest, mightiest foe,And more than valiant deeds he wroughtT' effect th' enslaver's overthrow.But ah! How dread was his campaign,Forc'd in the wilderness to stray,Lone, hungry, stung with grief and pain,And thus sustain the arduous fray.Prompt at each call from place to place,'Mid sin's dark shade and sorrow's flow,He sped to save man's erring race,And bear for him the vengeful blow.But when his soldiers saw the strife,When imminent the danger grew,Though 'twas for them he pledg'd his life,Like dastards from the field they flew.Wearied, forsaken, still he strove,And gain'd the glorious victory;Yet such achievements few could move,To hail his triumpn 'beath the sky.Dying he conquer'd; yet at lastNo human honours grac'd his bier;No trumpet wail'd its mournful blast,No muffl'd drum made music drear.But when he dy'd the rocks were rent,The sun his radiant beams withheld,All nature shudder'd at th' event,And horror every bosom swell'd.E'en Death, fell Death! Could not detainHim, who for man his life had given,He burst the ineffectual chain,And soar'd his advocate to heaven.

Oh, that's great. That way, when things have quieted down, and we come up for air, or money, or re-supply, we'll get a nice explosive package from him that says 'so nice to see you again' in a way that only multi-megaton yields can.