Mad for Madeira 12/06/11
Like most Americans, I harbor a deep fascination with pirates. There’s a certain, undeniable allure about the pirate’s life, full of briny ocean air, fresh scurvy, and all the rum you can drink (provided you’re able to steal at least as much rum as you can drink from passing vessels). Of course, these days it’s not so easy to become a pirate. The aspiring plunderer of the modern age is left with but two real options: move ...
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