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My son used to be afraid of pirates – he had nightmares about them all the time, and he would freak out before falling asleep each night while I tried to tell him everything would be ok, that there were no pirates in our landlocked little village that would sneak in through the crack in the window like mist and steal him off into the deep dark sea. “But I’m afraid,” he told me, night after night until I finally said to him “Alright, dude I gotta tell you. I don’t get why you’re worried: Living on a pirate ship would be super dope.”. “What?” “No, seriously. It would rock.
You’re a little young for rum, but you could play the panpipe, and dance a jig or something, plus they’ve got these cool hammocks you can lie out on and look at the stars. Also, coconuts. You love coconuts. And you can eat coconuts! And you can have a pet monkey and he can live on your shoulder. Also, you could make it so that the pirates only rob rich people and give to the poor.” He smiled.
He liked that. “I don’t want a monkey. I would prefer a parrot.” “Fine, whatever. Have a parrot.” He went to sleep that night and had the best dreams. He woke up and he wanted a boat. A French Ship and Barbary Pirates (c 1615) by Aert Anthoniszoon My kids love make-believe.
They love playing with dolls, especially these plastic Playmobil figurines. They build worlds out of plastic pieces and old things around the house – found architectural wonders with ladders out of scarves, pyramids out of seashells, an old brick or two from a construction site, and an errant spider, and they have a fortress. And my son wanted a boat.
He wanted to make it a pirate ship. And then a few weeks later we were in the shuk in Acco.
They’ve got everything in the shuk — barrels of spices marked in Hebrew, Arabic, and English. Coffee — different kinds, and nargilla tobacco — apple, cherry, rose. They’ve got bootleg music from far flung ports — Greece and Turkey India and Ethiopia. Even N Sync and Backstreet Boys, leftovers from a thousand lifetimes ago.
They’ve got wooden flutes and drums, and guitars with drawings on the side, small enough for a five year old to hold on deck a pirate ship and sing sea shanties. And they had a boat. A wooden boat. A wooden boat with blue trim. A wooden boat with blue trim and five big old sails, and a deck large enough for Playmobil figurines to march up and down, firemen, and princesses, and farmers and an astronaut, ALL HANDS ON DECK. A beautiful boat.
My son had these cartoon eyes, his pupils were so big they damn near exploded. He looked up at it from where he stood, five years old, rapturous. He touched it with his little finger. “Mama, can I have the boat?” It was big and we were on the way to lunch – I wanted to take my kids to sit in an old Crusader fortress overlooking the sea, the feel the thump of the surf, and the taste the salt from the air.
Thare bina lage nahi mara jiya re album name. I wanted to take my kids to the old synagogue, and through the Templar tunnels, and maybe to the mosque, too, if there was time, and the last thing I wanted to do was shlep around that big old boat while doing everything else that I had planned. “On our way out,” I told him.