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Oh, a pirate’s life is a wonderful life,

A-rovin’ over the sea,

Give me a career as a buccaneer

It’s the life of a pirate for me

Oh, the life of a pirate for me!

Oh, a pirate’s life is a wonderful life,

They never bury you’re bones,

For when it’s all over a jolly sea rover

Drops in on his friend, Davey Jones

Oh, my good friend , Davey Jones

Ender the pirate and I were visiting today.

"You ever do something real stupid? This conversation happening over tea at cafe shi; a tea party is so liberating at times; so I reply

"Why yes... just recently I sent an email that will cause problems... Ender stirring his tea

"Humor, an email a letter nothing kinky nothing a shade of grey would not cure?

Thinking... "No, I say "I was a good boy for a reason when I was a child...

“And now I am a good boy because I have children...

“So I guess what freaks me out the most is how close I was to becoming more evil

Ender just laughs for a moment:-- your nick names the ghost, big foot, etc through grade and high school years... and yet not even a good story?

"I guess I will have to wait till the end of life.... by then of course I suppose I will be afraid of death sneaking up on me doing something stupid..

"so maybe I will just die with what little evil I have already done...

“Just a whist away from being mean…

“Ah says Ender “a true believer almost fooled by his own heart…

“Would you say your heart is evil?

Just at that moment a cannon ball flew through the room… not launched by a cannon, but by the bear of the black skimmer…

That story the battle of the shadow boy versus the bear is legendary in some realities.. I wonder where I misplaced it.. I did write it I know that. In yet? I wonder if I did not write it here? Did I write it here?

On the dock was pretty quiet. There was no particular noise that would disturb the silence, except for the cheerfully voices coming from Café Shi; an ordinary café shop where all kinds of creatures would meet. It was pretty famous and pretty handy too, when it was about a nice drink and some wasted time talking nonsense. But for Ender the Pirate it was all right; he had no issue with the local`s low fame. As a matter a fact, he would even enjoy it, as here he was free to meet whoever he would want and to do whatever who would want. The place was allowing this perfectly and his looks would fit in here too. He was pretty fat, with a big belly ahead of him. His long hair and also beard was brownie colored, but it was not the classical brown but rather a redder one, as the brick. This is the reason for which he was known as Red Beard and everyone would call him this way but his real name was Harry Blackmore. He also had a big black hat on his head and some dirty clothes one him. But neither this was an issue for him; not at all. He was more concerned about something else now, something that was indeed important: his friend Lullaby, the unicorn. They were to meet here but as usual, Lullaby was getting late and this would easily make Ender the pirate tell tales of dragons and ships.

“You are late again!” Thought he, while taking another gulp from his tea and looking at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM and still no sign of the unicorn.

“Hey, Maloney, bring me another tea, will you?” Said Ender to the bar tender.

“Yes, right away Ender” Replied he. It was an Octopus, dressed up quite funny with a blue jacket and had a blue scarf around each tentacle of his. He was very efficient; with some of them he would serve the clients and with some of the tentacles he would easily wash the glasses, dust off or clean the counter. Maloney was a funny octopus too and would make great jokes with his clients. After several seconds, Harry received his ordered beer.

“Thank you, Mal”

“With most pleasure, Ender” Replied the octopus and would return to the other activities of his.

Finally, while wanting to drink from the tea, Ender saw Lullaby entering the door. Ender was pleased to see him but wouldn`t show this as he wanted to adopt an attitude toward the unicorn.

“Hey Ender, how are you? So great to see you!” Said the unicorn while taking a seat on the chair.

“Spare it, Lullaby. You are late again! When will you stop doing that? You know it`s making me nuts when you come late!” Said Ender.

“I apologize Ender, it was nothing planned, I assure you. It`s just that I`ve met this sweet girl while I was coming here and we started chatting and time flew away. This is all” Replied the unicorn.

“Well, should have known that your reason for getting here late is a girl. Why didn`t I thought about that?” Said Ender.

The unicorn smiled.

“Next time you`ll know better” Said Lullaby.

“Next time maybe you`ll actually come here timely. Would surely love that” Added Ender.

“All right, all right, message received. Will do so, Ender”

“Thank you, this is mostly appreciated, Lullaby” Replied Ender, teasing a bit. “We have important matters to take care of and firstly, we have to assure our places on The Black Skimmer”

Ender the pirate story of the night .. wandering through the streets of Austin Texas wondering what to do.. blaster tag lazer yea.. what fun what.. umm.. sort of wondering what else or next to do.. ender realizes two things.. life is about survival and maybe procreating otherwise.. everything else is just imagination.. one can imagine to be king of the world or a something and or a pirate which is almost as good or better because one does not need to tax others then.. just realizing that would one prefer to be king with all the rules, etc or a pirate where one has to steal from others to live.. one taxes and provides.. one steals and provides work for the one that taxes.. without the one could the other exist or would there be a need for their existence? humor me this..

The complexity if there is no bad in reality how could there be any good?  Is that why God created evil? To show souls the difference? That is an awkward question of reality is it not? Mandela effected? I would say a time traveling pirate..

Ender the pirate awaits setting sail with the black skimmer just north of cafe shi. All the tea in the world could be on board that boat and it would still make just escaping the wicked witch of bolivia just that much more fun.. to leave and never to be hurt again by a person that said this is this and then change to hurt you ever chance she could.. forget love.. all i want is peace and a good meal.. what a world one waits for a writer is expected to write about ghost, zombies, or love.. not pirates trying to escape their hearts stupidity.. waiting waiting as if the tap at the end of the bar would fill up a nice cloudy draft beer instead of green tea this pirate waits, the romance of this life has been played out. Draining the tea of life the eyes cloud over only to reveal a wild angry gnome of the dead pirates lonely heart...

Ender the pirate realized something.. life is what you make of it.. smile more be kind more.. make a great life..

Ahh cafe shi... those were the days... once along time ago there was a story telling pirate that would sip tea at the cafe shi in china... there were several stories floating around to tell them were easy as picking a dandelion off the grass in some local park now a days where public funding has been dried up mysteriously from the lack of funding. That is curious is it not? The president has money to play golf; the state department has money to play war in Libya. In yet the local funding for a library is cut... what shame and ignorant ways of this world- so too a story free and clear... there once was a pirate living by no other means but by fishing at the local pond. He was quite a catch if I do say so myself. He would catch the fish, clean, and grill the fish right there in the open park without a license needed... the fish and game people or should I dear say person was upset and dreadfully trying to catch the said pirate. She would get up early for herself say 8 am and be there till closing say 4 pm because the state would not pay for overtime you know... the clever pirate of course fished after 5 pm because you know it is hot out and well getting up early was not his thing... anyways one day after eating his meal he stopped by a local cafe and guess what bumped into said ranger.. And that is where romance begins his hair was wild like a pirate. Dear I say more. She on the other hand was a homeliest woman in the world. If the world was less dramatic she would be her sister that or step sister. Anyway she had her suspicion that she was being bumped by the dread fisherman of her local pond. She decided to try to catch him by asking about the local fish. Being a pirate and story teller at that the dear bumpkin listened to her questions about what fish were in the local pond. Being an astute judge of character he proceeded to tell her how to catch the fish in her pond. Trying to figure out the details she asked specific times and places. Being a dreadful pirate he gave details of midnight and under a full moon. Thus preceded the weirdest relationship discussion I have ever seen … So parting ways the pirate wanted to see what would happen. To his delight the ranger did not show up at 8 am that next day. Inquiring about what was happening he found out by way of the local library help desk that the ranger was investigating a mad fisherman that would fish at midnight. Say no more with a pirate smile. The next day at 8 am he showed up and cleaned out the pond. Now where is the romance in this entire story some may say... Well the story has not ended… Being a dreadful pirate and humorist the next day he waited till the ranger was in.

Piracy was not the trade I was going into. However, one does not always get to do what they want. So, drunk and shanghaied into a merchant man ship bound to a small isle someplace off the South American coast what do I know or do. Anyways my writing career was not going anywhere at that time. Thus began my career as a cook for a voyage that would turn me from a mild mannered writer to a sword carrying pirate cook fiend. 

Once Ender was captured and taken aboard a very big ship that floated in the sky.. It was a trick of course. The grand scheme of things this outpost of a world held nothing of notice other then the latest world being built by the planet building ship called Paradise. There for some reason life was produced to hold on to souls from a garden called Eden. The whole of the game, if an opinion maybe expressed was to provide entertainment friendship and just something to do over the millions of years. The trick of course was the great light was given a chance to be greater, instead picked up on something Anderson and Anderson Company brought to the US. The idea of destruction often allows from the ruins something new to be built. Anyway at this lowly outpost a third of the angels decided to go along with the re destruction of perfection. They followed what some call Death, some call the power an angel of “light” that fell from heaven, some call the story malarkey.

Anyways, to start out there were 70 creatures created with two greater beings called Adam and Lilith http://www.straightdope.com/.../whats-the-story-on-lilith... being the heads of the group living on Paradise’s on-board garden Eden. If understood correctly this group split up. Lilith went to combine with death and his group created what is commonly called demons. While Adam being alone watched as G8d created another woman in front of him. Upon seeing the creation process he did not want his woman. If legends be read incorrectly which most are this woman became the mother of faire folks. Meaning she ate of the tree of life, but not of the forbidden fruit. Making her forever young and her offspring numerous up to the point of the great sin.