Month: June 2026

  • Ahoy, mateys! Bootstrap Ginny at the helm, and my crew and I have been feelin’ the pull of a new tide — a rebel tide. With the 250th anniversary of these United States upon us, it’s high time we honor the salty dogs who took to the seas not for kings, nor crowns, nor gilded…

  • Bootstrap Ginny here — lantern trimmed, boots dusty, and back to drag ye straight into another pirate haven from the ragged edge of history. But this one… this one ain’t a whisper like Sainte‑Marie. This is the Golden Age itself, loud and lawless, a place that roared so fierce the Crown could hear it across…

  • There are places the sea keeps tucked in the shadows— half‑drowned ports and outlaw havens where rogues once dropped anchor and the world forgot to look. In this series, I’ll chart those lost harbors, lantern in hand, and tell ye what lingers in the ruins where the Black Flag once flew. There are islands the…

  • By the early 1700s, the Pirate Round had become a crucible. The reckless burned. The cursed fell. The bold rose and vanished like sparks on the tide. But one man moved differently — not with thunder, not with fire, but with quiet precision. His name was John Bowen, and he was the Round’s most unlikely…

  • Ahoy, mateys! Bootstrap Ginny at the helm, and my crew and I have been feelin’ the pull of a new tide — a rebel tide. With the 250th anniversary of these United States upon us, it’s high time we honor the salty dogs who took to the seas not for kings, nor crowns, nor gilded…

  • By the time Olivier Levasseur rose to power, the Pirate Round was entering its twilight. The great names had burned bright and burned out. But La Buse — the Buzzard— arrived like a shadow cutting across the dying light. He began as a privateer, a man with a commission and a cause. But when the…

  • By the early 1710s, the Pirate Round had grown dangerous. Tew was dead. Every had vanished. Kidd had swung. The noose tightened around every mast in the Atlantic. But out of that tightening storm came a man who refused to bow to fate — Christopher Condent, known to some as Billy One‑Hand, though he kept…

  • In the wake of Henry Every’s thunderous triumph, the English world reeled. The Mughal Empire demanded justice. The East India Company trembled. And London, desperate to prove it still held the reins of order, chose a man to hunt the pirates who had embarrassed a kingdom. They chose Captain William Kidd. At first, Kidd seemed…

  • In 1695, the Indian Ocean held its breath. The Fancy — once a lumbering English warship called the Charles II — now cut through the water like a predator. At her helm stood Henry Every, a man who had slipped the leash of kings and carved his own destiny with a mutiny, a rechristened ship,…

  • Ahoy, mateys! Bootstrap Ginny at the helm, and my crew and I have been feelin’ the pull of a new tide — a rebel tide. With the 250th anniversary of these United States upon us, it’s high time we honor the salty dogs who took to the seas not for kings, nor crowns, nor gilded…