Vasquez squints at him and tries to remember the definition of pirates. He thinks about the stories he's heard and when he imagines them, he can start to see it, but he still couldn't imagine that life, not when he's barely doing anything close to a sea.

"I guess they wouldn't let me just be a cowboy, since that's what I am?" he says, even though that would have been nice to get some more of those clothes. "This is good too. Better than the green thing biting your ass."