I
love pirates. Always have, always will. Yes, they are nothing more than
glorified hoodlums and thieves, but the fantasy of an adventure on the
high seas is always seductive. I personally prefer my pirates old
school, not too old school, more like circa 1955. So I dismiss that
whole new fangled pirate-try (yeah, I made that word up) of Pirates of
the Carribean and countless items embellished with creepy skulls and
crossbones, and prefer to get all swashbuckley with
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