Disney! Cause I'd love it if Johnny Depp sued me.
Born Lucky
He was born lucky.
He absorbed his mother's love of rum in the womb. He had a thousand fathers but never for more than a night. He had a sister, or a brother, never sure which. He missed the moment. All the blood, his mother dying, and his own guilt distracted him until too late to find out.
The woman who killed his mother and brother, or sister, took him in. Of course, he hated her, for killing his mother and sister, or brother, and for making him help her by holding his mother down. Of course, he gave her trouble when she brought him men wanting a boy. He never gave his mother trouble because he loved her and loved when they had enough rum.
When he left the woman who murdered his mother and sister, or brother, she threw rocks at him, reminding him stone upon stone that all he knew was whoring. He had no effects, no money, no rum, nor anywhere to go. All the same, he headed in the right direction. If he stayed on land he died whoring.
He was born lucky. He was born by the sea.