I had made port and gotten into a friendly game of cards with some wolves. It wasn't a piratical game precisely, but I liked it quite a bit. This sea dog makes it a rule to avoid fortune tellers.
One, on account of I don't like bad news; and two, because no one can really know your future; except for the great sea captain in the sky. But it was already too late, this card game read my soul. Just as I thought the results were as pretty as a drowned man.
Well after seeing that, it was obvious what was to become of me. This pirate, way deep inside, has a supervillian buried.
In light of this I have a new role model Dr. Horrible.