Captain Foolhardy

I am the pirate that unwittingly plunders hearts
then sets sail and, without a glance, departs.
Yet I am not the captain that you perceive,
you would have to know me to believe

I may be skilled in sword fighting
but, with words, I’m ever plighting.

I leap onto islands thinking I’ll stay
then the winds change and drive me away

but I will never get those pieces of eight
unless I learn to be patient and wait
for I start a battle at a simple mistake
and I’m convinced my crew are all fake.
I must learn to sail through the storm;
it will eventually lead somewhere warm.
Before I change my direction
I must know I can’t find perfection.
Before I consider you with scrutiny
I must know that your words aren’t mutiny.