“I’m cap’n here by ‘lection. I’m cap’n here because I’m the best man by a long sea-mile. You won’t fight, as gentlemen o’ fortune should; then, by thunder, you’ll obey, and you may lay to it! I like that boy, now; I never seen a better boy than that. He’s more a man than any pair of rats of you in this here house, and what I say is this: let me see him that’ll lay a hand on him–that’s what I say, and you may lay to it.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson,
Some days I feel like I’m walking the plank. Willingly. And sometimes I wish I was a pirate. Like my co-worker. The one dressed here like Long John Silver. Technologist during the week. Pirate on weekends. Better than being a superhero. No tights.