Have you ever wished to be a pirate? Maybe a pirate wench rather than someone expected to run with big knives and all of that. I’d like to sail on a tall ship. To hear the creaking timbers, the waves against the ship. I’d like to feel the wind and the sway and pitch of the ship. Not so sure about the smells. The ocean isn’t all that sweet smelling up close.
Funny how something small and practical can put a damper on what seems like a great romantic adventure. Write about a great adventure but give it the spin of being not all you expected when it comes to the reality.