Part of my family history, really. That is, if the tales hold up. Story is, part of my kin, Clan Burns (Burrnes), sought employment with a lady named Gráinne Nimhaille. And they found quite a bit of profit in the relationship.
When I was a wee lad, a favorite aunt in Florida (my dear departed Aunt Lyndal) told me the family tales, bought me treasure maps, and took me to museums that held the salvage from ancient Spanish wrecks.
Silver.
Gold.
Jewels.
I was just a kid, but I wanted it. All of it I saw, and more if it could be had. I guess I got the pyrate gene, if there is such a thing. Every time my parents took me to Walt Disney World, I'd drive them nuts wanting to ride "Pirates of the Caribbean" over and over again.
My attention drifted to other things as I got older, but things got jarred back to life, thanks to Jerry Bruckheimer and his little film, "Pirates of the Caribbean". And I have no intention of looking back.