They wanted a tip. They got a capsize.
What does that mean?
“Other pirates on the shore wanted a tip from the pirates on the Sirius Star, so they started to fire in the air as our people approached the land,” Libaan Jaama told CNN. “When our pirates heard the shots, they thought they would be robbed, so they tried to return to the tanker. In that quick turn the boat capsized.”
Did the guys on the shore actually want a tip from the victorius pirate/ would-be “Hey you really pulled it off, dude…” heroes? Did they want some “pointers” from the guys coming to shore? You know, some success stories? Tell us how you did it guys! Or the other tip, peel off a few hundreds so the aspiring newbies or the bitterly empty-handed old timers can squabble.
Here’s a tip: Stay cool.
If you see some of your mates, your buddies, your associates, colleagues, fellow pirates, lifeguards, nurses, whoever or whatever rowing your way with a few million dollars, don’t fire your weapons. Wait until they arrive. Nobody knows for sure what it means other than bits of heavy and hot metal are traveling away from the puller of the trigger at speeds that would allow anyone in the projectile’s path to be dead before hearing the gunshot.
Who knows what was going through the boatmen’ heads: if not bullets, most likely near-lethal surges of hormones… the kind of brain chemicals that mix together for a healthy bit of out-of-body insanity. Who are those guys, the ones on the beach firing those guns? Are they shooting at us? Yes? No? Let’s turn around to be on the safe side. Oops! We’re sinking. You okay? Hey, what happened to your bundle of cash? Oh, you’re going to dive for it. Okay. What? You can’t swim? Let go of me! I said let go! That’s my money. Look what you did! You made me lose my money. I’m gonna kill you. Glub. Glub.
Euphoria rears it’s funny lookin’ head.
All that hot money, so tight a bundle in such a small space, must make a pirate dizzy with irrational exuberance. We’re probably looking at the devastation from an endorphin tsunami. All that money. All that glory. So close to shore. So far, so good. So good, so impossible. It’s only a dream. It’s too good to be true. This can’t be happening. Even the welcoming committee couldn’t think straight.
“These guys are sophisticated, well organized.” Right.
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