pirate gold

I like to think of the sea as a seducer of young men, bright eyed and open, with adventure in their hearts: Men who leapt gladly from the underhanded, Shanghai-ing, political world of the privateers, into the democratic arms of honest share-and-split-the-booty-alike piracy, cutlass between teeth and a flintlock, tied to end of a colourful silk sash...