It’s Pirate Night, Arggh! I really do enjoy this silly fun night each cruise when we dress up like pirates, draw fake tattoos on each other, try to fit in as many ‘r’ words into a sentence as possible, and hear or tell stupid jokes like, “what kind of socks do pirates wear?” “Arrrggile.” “How much does a pirate charge for corn?” “A buck an ear.” I walk around with a dove from the magic act on my shoulder, pretending it’s a parrot.
My pirate night days are numbered; we’re going to be going home soon. I’m looking forward to that, knowing we will be back out again in the fall. It’s been fun, and I have some really good friends here. I haven’t done a whole lot on the correspondence school work, so I’ll have a lot of catching up to do when my parents figure that out. The things I have learned are not in any of the high school textbooks stashed in the bottom of my closet.
Thomas and I are what you’d call “friends with benefits”. I realize that we’re not dating, or anything like that, but it still gets to me when I see him trying to hook up with one of the passengers. One trip, I could see he was really falling for this girl, and that it was more than just casual. I ended up becoming close friends with her. “Ended up” isn’t really an accurate statement. Truth is that I was trying to mess with him, and got close to her just to make it weird. The three of us were hanging out in the lounge, and she kept asking him to dance, but he didn’t want to. So I took her hand to dance with me instead. He sat with an awkward smile on his face, fidgeting in his chair watching us get down in front of him on the shiny brass dance floor. Despite the fact that my motives were questionable, she and I actually ended up being good friends, too. I totally get why he likes her so much. As soon as that trip was over, he came right back to me. I know he missed her, and I kind of felt bad for him. Kind of.
Thomas and I do talk all the time and do always have fun together. No pressure, no expectations. We are good friends and just hang out a lot of the time and never really discuss the other part of our relationship, whatever it is or isn’t at any given time. Sometimes, we pick a spot in the stairwell or under a covered part of the deck with good acoustics and I play guitar and he plays the flute. Neither one of us is particularly good, but we both enjoy playing, even if badly, late into the night together. We’re learning to play Cat Steven’s, Sad Lisa. It’s such a beautiful, haunting song, although we just play the melody and don’t talk much about the words. I think they remind him of someone else from his past; they remind me of me.
Click to play Sad Lisa by Cat Stevens [audiotube id=”Vd0zduRDa6w”]