Pirates used to be marooned.
On deserted islands.
When they misbehaved
Or broke the pirate laws.
.
I know how they felt.
Alone
Frightened
Hopeless.
They used to sit on the beach, waiting for their fate. They wouldn't go to the jungle.
It seemed
Frightful
Scary.
The uncertainty would have been worse.
Whats in that jungle?
What will be waiting for me?
Could I ever survive?
That's where I was different.
I saw that bloody glass half full, and decided, I will survive.
They will not defeat me.