Or, probably not. In any case, as we approached the entrance to the south end of the Red Sea, there was a small motor boat passing to the north of us with five people squeezed into it and no signs of fishing equipment. They went their way, we went ours without mishap. No Jolly Roger flying (no mast of any kind to fly it from), no hearty cries of "Heave to there, matey, or ye'll be on yer way to Davy Jones' locker, argh!". We were at least twenty miles from land, so they weren't just out for a jaunt -- though what do I know about jaunting range off the horn of Africa? Maybe they were pirates who decided five to 1500 was not very good odds. Maybe they weren't.
We'll say they were pirates. And the waiting for a pirate sighting can be over and with no danger to those on board!
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