Even pirates, before they attack another ship, hoist a black flag.

Is this seat taken?” she asked him again, tapping on a chair at the table.
“That’s where my Rum is sitting. He is my guest!”
“But the bottle is in your hand, and not in this chair,” she spoke, pointing out the bottle.
“So, it is!” he answered, looking at his Rum. Then, looking back at her: “But he was invited to this party.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.

This barbershop being dedicated to a black American soldier also represents something very positive for the community. And I believe in the flag, even if the country doesn't live up to it.

Our customer would rather look at an engine hoist.