Red Cat Jenny Posted November 15, 2006 Posted November 15, 2006 The place was a gilded hades, and mammon held sovereign sway over its people. Bearded seamen, bronzed and weather-stained, bedecked with priceless jewellery and the finest silks of the Orient, swaggered along its quays and gambled with heavy gold coins whose value no one cared to estimate... Common seamen hung their ears with heavy gold rings studded with the costliest gems... And every man in that crowd of pirates lived beneath the shadow of the gallows. - Account of life in Port Royal, Jamaica by 17th century traveller named Henderson Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time...
blackjohn Posted November 15, 2006 Posted November 15, 2006 I'll add... [1] Quoted in "To Hell or Barbados!" by Sean O'Callaghan* I wonder if this is an accurate account or apocryphal. The wording sounds a bit 20thC to me. *http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_O%27Callaghan My Home on the Web The Pirate Brethren Gallery Dreams are the glue that holds reality together.
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