Again, Linkbait. 'Somewhat apologetic buccaneers' courtesy of Isaac.
1. The time to apologise is not when you are already at the gallows. The crowd is very excited to see you die horribly and are unlikely to let you off with a heartfelt “My bad.”
2. Again, timing is everything. An apology after you have awakened an evil god from its slumber by means of filching accursed treasure from indigenous peoples does little to bring back their dear, departed, devoured grandfather.
3. The success rate of apologies is strongly correlated to how recent one’s last wash-up was conducted. Filthy, sweaty stink has never endeared anyone to anything.
4. An apologetic air must be balanced with an appropriate level of rogueishness. Charm the pants off them and they might even forgive you for the grandfather thing.
5. Even still, “My bad,” seldom cuts it when returning to the governor his daughter, now suspiciously round in the middle. You may be expected to make amends in a more permanent fashion.
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