You know, it sounds pretty silly, but sometimes those deep kinda' realizations can really hit you in the head after the stupidest things, y'know? Like after that whole bath fiasco and the telling off I got... Man. I really am a kid sometimes.
After spending most of my teenage years as a roaming kid and a pirate, I kinda' forget that I'm twenty-eight sometimes. I feel old saying that -- hell, most pirates pick around now to kick the bloody bucket. But me? I've still got those teenage dreams of making a fortune, finding a gorgeous lady, and... I mean, I don't want a family -- I can't handle that kinda' thing! I don't wanna' end up like my old man. But I guess... ahhh, dammit, I don't even know what I'm tryin' t'say!
She thinks of me like a little kid! That bites! Nothing says 'impossible to get to' like that for sure. Though, I guess a part of me already knew that. And all those stories about the great Edgar, too... I can't say they're helping any. Man, nothing compares, right? ... I kinda' do wish I hung that freak, Steele, out to dry when it comes right down to it. Seventeen years old, a chance for a name and I screw it up by falling off a damn ship! Sounds like me, alright.
... Figures that me outta' all people would have problems with a dead guy. I hate to admit it, but I just hope to hell he doesn't show up...
... I-I really need a few goddamn drinks right about now, but knowing me, that'll lead to no good, too. Guess I just gotta' sit tight and take it like a man.
What to do, what to do...!?