The Pirate's Journey

The next morning was met later than anticipated. The addicting allure of sleep clamped down hard on the pirate, and the day began lazily. It was not a good sign- April Strait waited for no man. The treasure at sea would not find itself. But there was still time! Preparations of the ship to sea went rather smoothly- the deck washed, at a leisurely pace, but a pace nonetheless. And while doing so did end with an unnecessarily large amount of the beach's delicacies being eaten, the delicacies would be left behind along with the beach.
Eating much more would not be good, though. It was imperative that the pirate depart soon.
And yet the sands were so warm. And the effort to push the boat out to sea was so vast! He wanted to, surely- but when was the last time he had to make this effort? And the ship- it was no longer used to the waters. In fact, the friction from the sand alone proved a desperate and fruitless endeavor.
He missed the waters so, he truly did! Or moreso, he missed the sensation of being a captain. 'Village visitor' did not suit him, there was no treasure, nothing under his command, no tide to navigate and no achievement when he navigated it. The sands are too warm. The food is too sweet.

Surely, he could depart tomorrow. If he just started early.

"/if I'm gonna snap necks / then I gotta snap back/"
- snap back (twenty one pilots)