Yesterday I was treated to an extraordinary and gorgeous evening at the Cymbrogi Futures HQ in Lawrenny, a gem of a place nestled in the outstanding geography that is Pembrokeshire. An evening for memorable meetings, vistas, and conversations. And then, by chance or possibly fated, across a space of conjoined thinkers, we pirates, found each other.
A meeting of new pirates, an interesting phenomena indeed – expect to be challenged and to question – there is no immediate acceptance that you are entitled to bear the name!
There was an energetic and loud but serious exchange of values, code, and vision followed by some fun sidebar threads, such as who you would most align to from history. Jamie Burdett suggested for me ‘Ann Bonny’, – fiery and rebellious, and of Irish heritage…
I can imagine that passing pirate crews would have sized each other up and challenged loyalties before settling down for a beer on land…
To an outsider, it must fairly seem absurd.
There is a certain knowing, when one true 21st-century change agent pirate meets another, -in the unspoken and the tacit. You can almost smell ‘good trouble’ – but you are also drawn in excitedly into the issues and challenges – to discuss how the 21st century golden age piracy code legitimises our battle plans.
I think there are a lot of people who have become disillusioned and disheartened by the systems that govern our lives, and it really won’t be too long before our small mutinies grow into powerful movements for purposeful and meaningful change – and boy does power re-stock when you meet with fellow beings who are hell bent on re-humanising the system – and take challenge over comfort any day!
It Isn’t Pirate to Seek Permission – by Selena Godden
Because if we had just one hour in your sun
We’d show you how it’s done
We’d show you how quickly things can turn around
Go on, give us one hour in your sun
And watch us bloom a field of colour
Look, look how our labours blossom
Look how we flourish with no sun, no heat or warmth
Because we know how to make love grow in the frost
In the hard dirt, in the winter underground
We make magic mushroom from shit
And spin gold from flakes of hard life
Our hunger it bears, our thirst we share
No boots, no armour, nothing but love drives this
And love is where this comes from and
Love is who this is for and love knows
We have nothing but each other to protect this
No gloves, bare hands, no certainties
And no money, no, never any money
So go on, I dare you, and I dare it
Give us a go on your sun and watch how we’d share it
Give us a paddle in your sunlight, a splash of shiny-shiny
One hour of the sun that is fixed on you and your privilege
For look how strong we are and how tall we can already stand
Without your sun, without your gold and
Without your permission.
Taken from How to Be More Pirate: 2020 by Sam Conniff & Alex Barker , Own It, London