Yes, I'm a busker, but I was a pirate once. I guess it's funny that I spent so many years on the rolling waves yearning for the solid dry land, but now that I'm here, I still wear the old hat and the old hook. I'm not as ready as I thought I was to let go, yet.
I got away from Krawk Island as soon as I could and became a cabin boy. I didn't have a family anymore. I didn't think I needed one. Maybe that's why I lost the colour in my sunshine-yellow fur. But see that sparkle in my eyes? That's for my new family. Roiniy took me in, and I'm forever in her debt.
Enough of me being a sentimental old fool. Would you like me to play you a song? The lute fits better in my hands than a sword ever did.
A tired figure sneaked through the narrow street.
This mere figure was a grey Usul. This mere figure was called Aribual.
A Neopian Times article written by Milena
, October 2011.
Let this poem be a lesson to all standing here.
The most important thing is what's under your veneer.
Trust not appearances, for they mislead
Do not judge the pirate by his deed.
Watch not for rough appearances, but gentle hearts.
Do not let your sum be less than the parts.
Once I was a pirate, but now you see
I have others to love, and they love me.
A smile makes a difference, so why don't you try?
You'll thank yourself for it until the day that you die.
Written by Smiet and Puzzle
, June 2010.