INTENTIONAL MUSTAFA KEMAL
Standing in the doorway over a portal by the
sea. That's me, holding the pirate dagger. I
am the only one you can see, though I have
my cohorts all around me in hiding. The
Cannonball Prancers, they're called. Daggers
and knives, and all sorts of other things. We
do have it made - pillage and robbery, and
raping too. We come to a town, we know
what to do: tie-up to port at some shaggy
dock, unboard ourselves in a silence in
the dark. The watchman's dead before
he knows it; then all the rest is ours.
Yes, I said, all the rest is ours.