But they knew what they Did.

I’m thinking, again, about the women who became pirates. In the times they lived, there were so few choices for women. It was becoming subject to marriage or becoming subject to the church as a nun or becoming subject to a madam as a prostitute. It was a world of submission – and the only choice was who you chose to submit to.

But a pirate is subject to no one. Not even the country where they were born. A pirate is outside the structure. A pirate is such an outsider, there are no rules – and in that lawlessness, might come freedom. Women who became pirates knew what they did, I’d wager.

They have dealt with Me like thieves of mercy:

I can’t believe there’s never been a hit rock band called Thieves of Mercy. I mean…that’s a band name that just SOUNDS like a hit. Like a metal band? Maybe metal isn’t so popular anymore though. I don’t know. I’d definitely name a band this though maybe not MY band – because the sort of music I make doesn’t really sound like Thieves of Mercy. But if I had a metal band…or a…I don’t know a hippie rock band? Anything that has a sort of subversive rebel quality. And long scraggly hair. And allows for geeky literary references.

So I alone became their prisoner.

I’m writing this at a bar/restaurant where I am eating and drinking by myself. The waiter brought two glasses of water because he just assumed, as a lady, that I had someone joining me. It is not a normal thing for a woman to go out at night on her own.
And then I think about this line. And if Hamlet was a woman. And how if Hamlet was a woman (not just played by a woman – but an actual woman) everyone would be pretty worried about her being the only prisoner on a pirate ship. A woman taken as the only prisoner becomes vulnerable in ways that we never worry about a man. Of course, a male prisoner could be raped as well. I’m sure it happens. And I’m sure it’s horrible. But there’s a way where a man being taken prisoner suggests a relatively simple relationship. He’s just been taken prisoner.
If a woman is taken prisoner…we just assume that she’s gonna get raped or at least sexually assaulted. And that is rape culture, still ticking away in all of us.
Even me, here, having a glass of cider and a rice bowl in a bar in Seattle. Am I asking for it? Of course not. But no woman ever is.

On the instant they got clear of our ship

This is the bit that makes me suspicious of this pirate fight. This line makes it sound as if the pirate ship was the captured one – that it was under siege and then got away. But wait – the “they” and the “our” become mixed up in this grapple.

Our ship is probably the pirate ship, because of Hamlet’s presence on it. They are probably the Danish ship folk. So – the thing that happens is that the Danish ship got clear of the Pirate ship, which Hamlet is on, by himself. So it’s not, as I previously imagined, that Hamlet gets on the pirate ship and the pirate ship just abandons its quarry, it’s that the Danish ship gets away and Hamlet is left on board the Pirate one.

I mean – maybe. Hamlet is certainly not being as clear as he can be in telling this story. I think there is likely good reason for this confusion.

Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on A compelled valor, and in the grapple I boarded Them:

You know things are bad on the boat you’re on when climbing on board a pirate ship seems like a good solution. I mean, pirates are not known for their fair and just treatment of stowaways. Or guys with swords who got on their ship to fight them? We don’t really know the circumstances.
But we do know that Hamlet is on a trip to England he doesn’t want to make with his “friends” who he knows are delivering his death warrant. There aren’t a whole lot of ways out of this situation. Jumping on a pirate ship seems rather reasonable in that case.

However, I find I am suspicious of these pirates who just happen to turn up and just happen to take only Hamlet prisoner. I mean. Hamlet’s crafty. He could have sent a message to the pirates that he’d give them a hefty bounty if they attacked his ship. I wouldn’t put it past him to set up this fortunate circumstance.

Ere we were two days old At sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us Chase.

A pirate? Not a pirate ship.
Or SOME pirates. But A PIRATE.
We know, though, that it’s not just one – because he later calls them THEY. So.

UNLESS!
What if it were nongendered pirate?! How awesome would that be? A non gender binary pirate in war-like gear? A fierce bad-ass non-gender conforming pirate?
I know that there is a fun and exciting history of female pirates. Many women I know have found great inspiration and strength in the knowledge of their existence. It would be a pretty sweet bonus if there were also an ungendered pirate and they got a shout out in one of the great works in Western literature.

Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked This, give these fellows some means to the King:

I know Horatio has to read this out loud for the benefit of the audience. We need to hear it to understand what happened to Hamlet. But the sailors don’t need to hear it. So it’s funny that he reads this aloud to them, especially since he probably suspects that it is from Hamlet and a level of secrecy is likely required. But he reads this to sailors who aren’t even sure of his name. It is an odd choice if you take the theatre factor out.

Let him bless thee too.

Status Point of Interest! The sailors use “You” to address Horatio but he uses “Thee” to address them. Does this suggest that Horatio is some kind of recognizable gentleman? And are sailors just automatically people you talk down to?

Horatio is a little bit mysterious in his way. We don’t know much about him. We know he’s someone (not from Denmark) who Hamlet trusts. He’s also someone the guards at the top of the play trust. But beyond that, we have only a handful of facts.

So, WEIRDLY, this little bit of information about how sailors talk to him and he talks to sailors manages to reveal a tiny bit more.

I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

See, this is interesting. It doesn’t seem it from the outset. The basics of the information aren’t much to speak of. He’s just saying the letters are probably from Hamlet.
What’s interesting is that he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t say, “I bet these are from Hamlet.” Or “I wonder if Hamlet’s writing to me.” No.
There’s this extra bit of information here – a suggestion that he can’t imagine anyone else in the world writing to him. Which is odd, considering that he’s not from Denmark. Theoretically, he should be receiving letters from his family in, say, Italy. (I’m guessing Italy because of his name – but of course Marcellus and Barnardo and Francisco are all also Italian names and they seem more native to Elsinore.)
Doesn’t Horatio have any other friends? Does he not have any family? Why is no one writing to him but Hamlet? Does he have friends and family but he’s just not let them know where to find him? This raises a lot of questions for me about Horatio. What is going on with him? Why IS he in Elsinore?

Let them come in.

Here in early 2017, there is a tremendous crisis of immigration in progress. The travel ban held refugees, residents and visitors alike at the border. Even with the ban overturned by the court, there is still injustice at the border – people turned away for nothing, for no other reason than their religion or their politics. There is constant talk of extreme vetting of refugees. And yet – there is already extreme vetting. It takes years and constant paperwork and interviews and only the squeaky cleanest mothers and children mostly make it through that process.
There is no metric that these folks have not already been measured by. At least no reasonable metric. But we have come to an age of no reason. And refugees that were bound for our shores are now in limbo.
Meanwhile, our kinder saner neighbors and friends, take in refugees by the boatload. Greece and Italy take the lion’s share. Canada picks up our slack. But here we are – some of us with our arms open –but there are guards at the border who would handcuff a 5 year old child to a pipe and deny a baby food for 18 hours.
Immigrants and refugees have been proven to work harder than most natural born citizens. Their contributions are measurably immense to a nation’s progress. To hold them away diminishes us – not just in making us seem unkind – but in failing to benefit of the refugees collective wisdom.

Please. Let them come in.

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This is still true two years later. I want to weep for five thousand years.