“PIRATES could be here” he thought, “I’ve never been through this canal before. PIRATES could be anywhere.” The cool wind felt good against his mustache. “I HATE PIRATES” he thought. Bhangra music reverberated across the bridge of the vessel, even as the palm wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of piracy. “With an Ultra Large Container Vessel, you can shut down global trade anytime you want” he said to himself, out loud.