Just a little something because editing is making my brain mushy

This little prose has no story attached to it, I don't know why it jumped into my head (probably because I've lived and breathed editing for the past week and I feel my sanity slowly slipping), but I decided to capture it anyway:

This is a pirate story, and don't let anyone else tell you different. It all started on a boat...
"This, madam," the first mate said, "is the HMS Hawk. It is a schooner, not just 'a boat.'"
I rolled my eyes. Where did I find people like this? And why couldn't I leave things well enough alone? "So it's a sailboat, then?"

Yeah, random, but given a few seconds I could come up with characters, which is just a short hop away from "workable, beginning plot ideas." So I'd better back off now before I start naming the first mate (Timothy) or figuring out the setting (steampunk alt. world)...

Argh! I'm doing it already! Run! Run while you can!