Geocrash

- Pirate?
- Yep! What?
- Pirate I have a confession to make. I screwed up.
- Ah that's okay lass, we all screw up sometimes. Some more than others of course...
- Yeah. Well.
- Honestly, whatever it is! Spit it out! Relieve your heart! Share!
- Sheesh Pirate, you seem like a different man these days.
- I am! Been readin' me some self-help stuff. Gotta get in touch with me feelin's!
- Whuh? You? Why?
- Ahahaaa! The wenches of course. Them likes 'm all wimpy, see?
- Right. Of course.
- So what was so horrible for you to tell me?
- Um. Remember last Saturday when I was away and didn't put you in my bag so you were just lying there in my other bag?
- Took a snooze. I remember that. So?
- I kind of went geocaching. Without you. In a kick-ass trench in an old war zone. Fire arms pits and all. It was pretty cool.
- ...
- Pirate?
- [APOLOGIES, THE ENSUING STRING OF WORDS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR PRINT. NOT EVEN ON THE INTERNETS. AND THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING]
I think the Pirate is really in touch with his feelings now.