How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

"Letters of marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England."
—Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006)

God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
—Stan Rogers, "Barrett's Privateers"

Tant que le vent pousse la frégate
'y a du bon temps pour les pirates
Tant que la mer est par-dessous
C'est le corsaire qui tient le bon bout
Ho-hisse-ho! Pavillon noir
Ho-hisse-ho! Pavillon haut
—Edith Piaf, "Le chant du pirate"

The question begs the answer: can you forgive me somehow?

My poem "Mermaids at Tashlikh" (dedicated to fleurdelis28) was accepted for next spring's Goblin Fruit. Since it is still the Days of Awe, I consider this appropriate.