Loving a Sometimes Unlikable Crew

This crew I am stuck with is completely insane,

But I still pop open a crisp bottle of champagne.

We seem confused and stranded on shaky boats unsure,

But is there a difference between the right way and the detour?

I may not like every sailor and pirate onboard,

Some appear to have brought a pistol and sword.

My liking means nothing to my choice of fully loving,

Even when those with swords keep pushing and shoving.

I am not so different from those harsh and violent ones,

I am not so different from any of the sea’s daughters or sons.