When I was but a wee Kayliesaur, I did see the movie Pirates of the Caribbean, and it did tickle my brain, and I did propose to write a grand story. This story, so eloquent in execution and so wondrous in its breadth of conception, was to be a tale of Jack Sparrow’s long-lost sister and how totally awesome and pretty and feisty she was.
And I did go to my brother, and I did say “Lo, these great plans are teeming within me, and I doth require some sweetmeats of naval accuracy with which brassy mettle I may bring these great plans to fruition.”
And so my brother did draw me this chart, for verily he is the best big brother ever.