I made up my mind a week too late. I actually kinda wanted to go along with the pirates on their little misadventure in finding the lost island of the pirate kingdom or whatever. And now that they've set sail, I can't just ask my lady to come pick my seasick ass up at home and bring me along. Well, it's not like I'm the best at sailing, anyway. I get motion sickness easily and don't much care for water or fish or anything even remotely oceanographic.
But it's the THRILL that captures my interest, not the water or the ship or the company. I want to have an adventure. I want to be able to tell my grandchildren what happened that time I sailed with the great captain Bonney and found a long-lost island.
Why the hell can't I make up my mind fast enough? Well, in any case, I'm back to myself again. I may have my previous-self's money, but I don't have his talent. My talent is in making the body a work of art.
Speaking of which, anyone up for a tattoo? I'm getting back into the business, just received my license and I'm ready to start slinging ink and metal again. You want to see my portfolio, go look at [website] for a while. I specialize in full color.