Waiting For My Pirate

Back story: I met this guy a couple of years ago, he was really sweet. He would come talk to me while I worked, patiently trying to maintain a conversation with me as I cleaned fish tanks and occasionally walked away to tend to other customers. He was diggin' on me. At the time, I was not feeling the same. Not that he wasn't cute, he was...it was just his fixation with pirates that kind of scared me away. He was in a pirate drama club of some sort and his deep and scruffy voice sounded just like a pirate's, minus the "arrgghh's" and "mateys" of course. But really, add those in and no need to fake an accent.
His long, dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and on the first date it was hard for me to not picture him in the missing hat and eye-patch he must have left at home. Anyways, I was 24 or so at the time and just not ready to date a pirate.
A few weeks ago I ran into the guy randomly after not seeing him for years. He was still doing the pirate thing, even more so now. His drama club had expanded into a Pirate performance troop of some sort and they graced the stages of many a SoCal summer festival with their vestige of pirate themed songs and acts. His career masquerading as a plunderer had been more bountiful than I could have imagined--his pockets were filled with little leather pouches and chains he designed specifically with the buccaneering man in mind. I was offered the headphones of his MP3 player to take a listen to his voice, rapping, about pirate stuff. I was in shock. Even more so that he did not somehow throw in the word booty. "Of course," he explained, "there's going to be an entire album of pirate songs! They will all be different though. All different genres..."
And I gave him my number. But he didn't call. And then I began to wonder why not. Where was he? I have nothing to do this Saturday night. How desperate have I become I thought, to be waiting for a pirate to call?? Oh, ode to my missing pirate....

Once you beckoned to me from atop your mast
I was clearly in your sights
like the shrouded peaks of Bali Hai
Your scope skimmed our heights

But I couldn't walk a pirates plank!
Afraid to take the leap
Later waiting for your ship to come
Bare horizons steal my sleep.

(the following is a later addition)

We circled the waters edge
never breaking the islands veil
For one night, and me, you left your treasures
threw the wind into the sail

The stars painted stories in the sky
But by dawn, they were burned away
the suns brutal reminder, washed ashore
for pirates never stay.