Aye, piratical adventurin' be in the blood, as soon as th' grog be settlin' down.
Of this, 'course, I be a purist. Give me the open sea, where a man may whistle an' scratch th' backstays for a favourable course, an' where th' mateys hold to naught but the Code of the Brethren o' th' Coast!
There be an entertainment adventure of some full years which still be worth a passin' o' th' eye, if you catch my meanin'. Search ye most asiduously f'r Flashing Blades! by th' Olde Firme of FGU. Aye, an' tha' was a proper work o' imagination, it was.
Then get ye forth and cast yer eye further 'pon The Sea Hawk and again 'pon Captain Blood, if ye have need of knowin' what the true piratical nature be all about.
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!
(lest they be captured 'pon page an' celluloid...)