Back in them olden days, those pirate guys got to shore in their jolly boats. These were funtimes boats for when you had lots of fun things to bury in the sand on a sunny, beach-day. On the front of their jolly boats, they sometimes had these little mini-cannon type things, called swivel guns, which were fun for them to use to get the different things to bury. Here's Cap'n Garrik's
The people that had to give their stuff away to the pirates to bury on the beach (before lunch and frisbee) didn't like those little mini-cannons, but they did have a happy use, like when they were saluting, or signalling.
"Ahoy, first matey, prepare to signal! We be oaring left into Ye Olde Burger King Charles row-thru fer some of them yummy chicken fries and diet rum!"
When I read this scientific news article, it brought to my mind that profound quote by the great thinker, Socrates...
“I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think”
As decisions are made, the loose, fluid lines get stronger and darker...
...until things are set. Wee! Kinda like cement!
Or maybe, totally not at all like cement....more, just like drawing on pieces of paper and junk.
Anyway, it's fun like pouring cement and then putting your initials in it! :)
Bad Pirate by the much talented scurvy lass Kari-Lynn Winters, be out this day the nineteenth of September, in the year of our Lord two thousand and fifteen, across all the American Colonies. Get ye-selves to ye Locale Olde Book Shoppe and scuttle a copy to be read in yer cosy bunk with yer mug of hot toddy and biscuit fer a rousing tale of seafaring adventure!