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So, lunch is finished--I had italian food with my mother, which dealt nicely with my recent garlic cravings. We talked about stuff and things and people and played the "That's Your Boyfriend" game, and it was good. Just the Two Of Us time is very rare these days, what with my working full time again, and her...well, being Mom. I expressed my reservations about their upcoming round-the-world-sail, and how most of my fears had to do with their being gone, away, not-here--but there's a newfound fear that's taking precedence.

Pirates.

Yeah, the arrgh-matey-whar's-me-booty kind. I'm serious!! Stop laughing and let me explain. While they're supposedly going to have some trained crew on board, and a tutor for my kid sister--for the most part, it'll just be them, my mom and stepdad and nine-year-old sister. For a while, perhaps, my brother, who will be newly-18 and full of youthful sarcasm. But mostly, they'll not have me, the (slightly more) level-headed one--and more importantly, the one who knows how to wield a gun.

They're spending all this time and money on a new nav station and a complex refridgeration system and all kinds of useless things when what they should be doing is installing cannons and armored plates and short-range defense systems. Screw refridgeration--they need firepower. See, it's a beautiful boat--looks somewhat like this, but with a single mast and more brightwork. And it's about five years older. Don't you think it could use a cannon or two? I'd feel much safer that way.

I'll have to join them for a while, of course, preferrably while they're in the South Pacific. Originally, I'd told them that I wanted to join them in the Mediterranean--but perhaps I'll hold off on that idea until the world settles down a bit. Until then, I'm heading for Fiji.