You swing a fist and raise a mug, singing those words as you fantasize about the Golden Age of Pirates. It was a glorious time…according to Hollywood. But historians paint a different picture filled will hard days at sea, scurvy, violence, and probable death.So, why do we glorify those cutthroats?
What’s amazing about this whole historical writing process are the little “clues” about what should happen next. Hints that come without warning.
One of these: Ley-Lines.
Walking the beach always brings out the pirate in me…at least the pirate writer in me. I experienced the transformation yesterday, snapped this photo, and began to feel that familiar itch in my fingers as they begged to gyrate over my laptop. The story was once again peeking through.