Life is a pirate ship (an epiphany)

Yo ho ho, the pirate inside of me tells me to do stuff and start gathering a crew to sail the seas and pillage all what’s not meant to be mine. Fight for hidden treasures I will. And I’ll drink and sing and dance and laugh all the way through, fighting the storms with mighty courage, because that’s what it takes to reach twinkly gold.

I think I might have already started gathering around a crew, but I lack some clarity of speech to let them know what really goes on inside the ship, so that they can do whatever they do best. (Ye see, I don’t really believe in hierarchy. I mean, there must be some order, but it must be flexible. A GoogleBoat can pillage more.)

My first conquered treasure shall be an opening parade. I’ll summon the sailors in service already and start the search for new members. We’ll carefully write the guiding steps to the treasure, and this map will be thrown to the four winds and taken to souls high enough to take part in such adventurous task. The North Wind is represented by the ever-watching eye of Orkut, the East Wind is the powerful tool that is a blog, The West wind the sheer, direct talk to a friend and the South Wind, just openness to answer any attempt of communication. In ten days time, we shall have new, courageous sailors in our ship. Or not. Whatever the gods of sea and chance should choose.

Now, the next quest regards a reform on the ships “social structure”, as well as the subsequent advertising of this new model to possible recruits. I believe in democracy, and a democracy must be opened to those who would like to cherish and build it too.

Because this ship is mine, and because I only accept as crew those who would not feel oppressed by my ideas ( but I also like it when they suggest things for the ship, given that I am a SAILOR in THEIR ships, too), I feel that my quests can be determined by my own ideas of what is necessary and relevant.

And I think that discovery, free thought, creation, sharing and action are of extreme importance in a pirate’s life. So, the quest for greater ship wholesomeness shall have these things both as goals and as tools.

This reform shall happen through the Internetz, just because it’s the best part of the ship to build a communal room, or Assembly, or whatever. This room, no matter its name (it could even be Clark Kent? Hmmm… I don’t think so. It could Alfred, though. No wait, Lucien is better :D) , must be a place that feels… inviting. Like a warm, huge chair by the fireplace, with a old wooden table by its side, cups o hot chocolate on top. And also surrounded by unread books and written parchment; things gone, yet to be and the constant bridge between them. In these chairs the crew would talk and come up with conclusions regarding not only their future, but also anything that anyone considered important or worth discussing.

There would be a board, aka Twitter, through which people could post their ideas and new discoveries and suggestions and just chat more superficial (for a while, at least ;D) stuff. And the room itself could be divided in a group chairs around the fireplace, where sailors would sit and report any occasion, any accident, any revolt or whatever should cross a mind, pretty much like a blog. Those interested in the topic could join in and share a cup of chocolate (or rum, really, depending on the mood). And then, there would be the walls of documents, sections of data resulting from research, work and the process of scientific discovery and subsequent doubt, for anyone to read anytime desired.

That’s how I think a ship should be. Talking and considering and doubting and analyzing and them deciding which is the best path towards the treasure. That gold that’s not given to us, but conquered.