A majestic, shimmering, black pirate ship sits upon the water. Its numerous cannons give it a menacing look. Tons of pirates hop upon its decks in a furious jig. The lone captain plods around in his cabin, plotting on where to seize his treasure next.
Pirate Ship, Port
pirate
the lone captain
I was once in charge of many men, but now I'm the only one left. I am brave and loyal. I will do anything to serve.
Arg! Yar? Have you come to fill out the pirate application? I already be a pirate, why should I apply? Well you came to my ship...I lost the rest of my crew, and what good is a captain without a crew? Well, that's not exactly doing much to inspire confidence in ye. And yet you still walked aboard the ship with the large sign that said pirates wanted in skull and crossbone letters. Aye, I thought I could use some network building.  Savvy? What sort of network ye be talking about? A social network of acquaintances, colleagues and former employers which will facilitate re-entering the job market or offers of better pay from elsewhere should the need arise.  Yar. Well pirate pay is usually based off personal contributions towards booty. Yarg har. Not according to the laws of the sea, it specifically makes mention of position-based shares of booty, with provisions for the sick and injured.  Yar har fiddle dee dee.