The ship sails avast
I have lost the map, mateys
No shaking booty
Come sail the seven seas aboard the notorious Black Thunder " Landlubbers have a first-mate seat to the grizzly life of eighteenth-century pirates--as told by the surprisingly poetic if salty One One-Leg Sterling.
"Shiver me timbers," never before have we poppets been privy to the gritty goings-on of the rum-running, treasure-thieving, marauding masters of the open sea from the inside out. . . until now From trading rum for buxom beauties to fighting those limey British bastards, this book reveals the swaggering derring-do of these plundering and treacherous buccaneers--17 syllables at a time.