Pirate haiku : bilge-sucking poems of booty, grog, and wenches for scurvy sea dogs

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! 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!