Sliced strawberries

My boyfriend's dad is going to Philadelphia tomorrow to get work done on his eyeball, which currently houses a gigantic cancerous tumor. At the eye clinic they'll determine if the growth is treatable with radiation or if they'll have to just remove it. Over dinner tonight we tried to ignore the subject, but eventually I had to ask how he would feel as a pirate. I then offered to buy him a hook, on the condition that he say Aaarrr and begin calling me Matey.