arrr, 'tis a tale off-the-record, mind ye, not to be scrawled in any logbook nor whispered in the crow's nest. a lively crew we be, not one to disown our mates, for in the sociology of our kin, there be a code, prevenient as the sea's call to a marooned soul. we chart courses to conclusions where every matey gets to reset from zero, no black marks 'gainst their name, for in the brotherhood of the coast, every secret shared stays in the trust of shadows, aye.