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He finally had a reason to live, just in time to die.

He is dead, right?" "Graveyard dead," Bran admitted without a hint of remorse. "Oh, forgive us," Rick murmured, crossing himself. "Forgiveness is between him and God," Bran insisted. "It was my job to arrange the meeting." "Man on Fire," Maddy blurted.

He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes were almost green. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, claiming the kiss she had so desperately wanted the day before but had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her eyes and felt him respond to her mouth, his tongue seeking hers.

He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the darkness, burning on a demon’s face that chased him across the sea.

He’s going to kill me,” Peppone murmured, his jaw drooping, “or at least send out the order to have someone take care of me. Well,” with a sigh, “might as well get rid of this body before the others wake up.” He canted his head and mused to himself. “Maybe I should carve it up first.” “At long last,” Bartleby cried, raising his eyes and wringing his hands, “somebody who has no regard for collective conscience and general morality. Oh, happy, happy morning!” “Take care, Peppone,” Danaco laughed, “if you have so little regard for life and the creatural condition, Bartleby will attach himself to you and never leave you for a moment.

He pointed at the caiques, but Peppone declined the librarian’s offer, saying only, “Do you think the proprietor of the inn where we met will report us?” “The money I left him was more than enough to silence his alarms,” said Danaco. “Gold has an amazing habit of altering memories.

He shrugged. "It is usually not a pleasant emotion I find myself filled with." "And now? Do you feel it now?" "Oui. It is pleasant. I have no name for it. Can you name yours?" "Oui." I bit my lip. I was hesitant to speak it, as I had always been soundly rebuked for it before. "Love." He took a long breath and studied the horizon. I cringed inwardly. "You are sure?" he asked. "Oui." "You have felt this before?" "Oui, and it has gone unanswered...every time." His eyes were filled with trepidation when they found mine. "Not this time.

He’s violent and unpredictable. He hit you once-hard. Oh, sure he saved your life later but it was in his beat interests. Plus, you have absolutely no common sense where he is concerned, and we won’t even mention the dead thing.

He pulled out handcuffs and snapped them around my wrists. "Where's your bag? You didn't bring your staff?" "I have it. It's hidden." Charlie was currently tucked inside the leg of my Harry Potter pajama bottoms, which were beneath my jeans, but that fell under the category of TMI.

I am Not a Pirate, I merely watch movies and delete them. Never store them on my computer.

I am a Pirate, A Pirate of Bollywood

I fear it is the end for us,’ wailed Marx as the bears inched closer. ‘Is this the way you saw yourself going. Pirate Captain: ‘In fact,’ said the Captain grumpily, ‘it’s pretty much the exact situation I usually try to cheer myself up with when I’m in a bit of a fix. “At least you’re not about to be eaten by bears and/or fall into a replica volcano,” I tell myself. So now I’ve got to come up with an even worse scenario, which is a nuisance.

I came, I saw, I copied, and I left

I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.

If England had not used the services of privateers and pirates during its long struggle with Spain, there is some likelihood that people today in North America would be speaking Spanish rather than English.

If the pirate with a scarf had been more poetically minded he’d have thought that her eyes were like a thousand emeralds, glittering in a far-off pirate treasure chest. But he wasn’t, so he just thought that she had really really green eyes, a bit like seaweed.

If someone drowned at sea a couple of hundred years ago they’d either start to decompose immediately or they’d get eaten by fish or other scavengers. The bones would eventually sink down to the seabed and either be slowly buried by marine silt or broken down further over the years, but the flesh would one way or another eventually become water, which would evaporate into clouds and then rain down upon the earth once again to become plants and flowers. The flowers in your garden could once have been famous pirates such as Blackbeard or Calico Jack.

I lifted a brow. “You’re not going to try to blow up our ship, are you?

If you could see your whole life laid out before you, there’d be no reason to live it, right?

I haven't don anything wrong." At least, not for a few hours

Imagine the stories if we succeed.

Imagination is a deadly weapon, it pays to keep it sharp.

Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not?

I’m also Sturmhond, commander of the Volkvony, scourge of the True Sea.’ 'Scourge?’ 'Well, I’m vexing at the very least.

In medieval times, contrary to popular belief, most knights were bandits, mercenaries, lawless brigands, skinners, highwaymen, and thieves. The supposed chivalry of Charlemagne and Roland had as much to do with the majority of medieval knights as the historical Jesus with the temporal riches and hypocrisy of the Catholic Church, or any church for that matter. Generally accompanied by their immoral entourage or servants, priests, and whores, they went from tourney to tourney like a touring rock and roll band, sports team, or gang of South Sea pirates. Court to court, skirmish to skirmish, rape to rape. Fighting as the noble's substitution for work.

In his time the Pirate Captain had made a number of dramatic entrances of his own – not always intentional it had to be said, as quite often they were the result of him accidentally setting himself on fire – but even he had to admit that Cutlass Liz’s dramatic entrance set an extremely high dramatic-entrance standard.

...in my own perilous position, and above all, in the remarkable game that I saw Silver now engaged upon-keeping the mutineers together with one hand, and grasping, with the other, after every means, possible and impossible, to make his peace and save his miserable life.

I'm cap'n here by 'lection. I'm cap'n here because I'm the best man by a long sea-mile. You won't fight, as gentlemen o' fortune should; then, by thunder, you'll obey, and you may lay to it! I like that boy, now; I never seen a better boy than that. He's more a man than any pair of rats of you in this here house, and what I say is this: let me see him that'll lay a hand on him--that's what I say, and you may lay to it.

I may not have been born in the sea, but I was born to rule it. I am the daughter of the siren queen.

I see the beginning, I see the end. And in the middle I just hope I don't fall on my ass to much

In un angolo remoto, cupamente illuminato dai bagliori della fiamma, vidi un gran mucchio di monete e quadrilateri costruiti con lingotti d'oro. Era quello il tesoro di Flint che eravamo venuti a cercare da così lontano, e che diciassette uomini della Hispaniola avevano già pagato con la vita. Quante vite era costato accumularlo, quanto sangue e quante sofferenze, quante ottime navi colate a picco, quanti uomini valorosi avevano fatto per causa sua la passerella bendati, quanti colpi di cannone erano stati sparati, e quante cose vergognose, e menzogne, e crudeltà erano state commesse - ebbene, questo nessuno forse potrà mai dirlo. Eppure vi erano tre persone su quell'isola - Silver, il vecchio Morgan e Ben Gunn - che avevano ciascuno preso parte a quei crimini e che, come tutti, avevano sperato invano di prendere parte alla ricompensa.

I thought you only had eyes for your ship.” God, she was beautiful. “Until I met you.

I thought the assassin was moving kind of slow for an assassin. Maybe the magic had done something after all. Or maybe he felt sorry for me. That sort of thing happens among cutthroats more often than you'd expect.

It’s not really my fault. The problem is that my mouth just comes out with these things. And you can’t blame me for what my mouth does, can you? Curse this mouth. Do you think it might be possessed?' The Pirate Captain looked in the mirror and made his mouth into a series of shapes he thought looked demonic.

It took a special kind of madness to try to be a pirate and a good man at the same time.

I've changed so much. Look at me! I'm eating scones on a bed with a pirate!

Lorraine insisted on cooking us something to eat, so while she got on with that we found an old cement bucket and made a big bowl of punch. Blackbeard the pirate used to drink rum and gunpowder, as did most of his men, so we figured a little bit of cement in the punch wouldn’t hurt us. Probably take some of the sweetness away.

Look," Grace said. "How strange! In spite of the rain, you can still see the stars. How bright they are tonight." She pointed, but Lorcan didn't look. His eyes remained fixed intently on her. "I can't think of a finer sight in the whole world than the one I'm looking at right now," he said. In spite of being drenched, Grace flushed at his words. Lorcan's eyes sparkled at her, brighter than ever before. It was as if the rare blue gems of his iriseshad been washed by the rain amd buffed by the moonlight to a new intensity. "Grace, there's been something I've wanted to do for a very long time now, but things have kept getting in the way." He reached forward, bringing a hand to the side of her face. Then he gently but firmly drew her wet face toward his. He gazed at her, as if seeing her for the first time. Then he brought his soft lips down to hers and kissed her.

I wasn’t ready to tell you goodbye yet.” He scanned her face as the silence embraced them, words he was terrified to speak aloud echoed through his mind. He might never be ready to hear her say goodbye.

Midnight Omen Deja vu" - Because everyone should experience love in the Caribbean...at least once in a lifetime.

Maybe sometimes it takes more courage not to fight. -Makino

...One cannot help but consider the future- what will it be like when all the wild places of the earth have been taken over by civilization, and there is no more room for Indians, Pirates, and Wild Boys?

Não se deve entender como pirata uma pessoa agindo sob constrangimento, mas sim alguém que age livremente. Pois nesse caso, não é o ato em si mesmo que torna alguém culpado, mas sim a sua livre vontade de cometê-lo.

No one in her life had ever loved her so honestly. And this was not going to be the end of her story. Not today.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Num trabalho honesto", costumava dizer [Bartholomew Roberts], "o que se vê é gente magra, salários baixos e muito trabalho. Neste daqui, o que temos é fartura e saciedade, prazer e alegria, liberdade e poder. E quem não iria fazer o prato da balança pesar para este lado, quando tudo o que se arrisca daqui, na pior das hipóteses, é apenas um olhar ou dois de tristeza, no instante em que se sufoca? Não, meu lema será sempre por uma vida feliz e curta.

One story clearly illustrates Anne Bonny's particular mix of comedy and ingenuity. She'd heard of a French Merchantman, loaded down with silks and satins, and decided to attack it. Her plan was quite nuts. She got the crew to smear the sails and the deck of the ship with turtle blood, covered most of the crew with the same blood, dressed one of Bouspeut’s dressmaker dummies in women’s clothing and stood it in the bow of the ship, likewise splashed with blood, and positioned the crew around it like corpses. She then lobbed her tits out and, brandishing a blood-soaked boarding axe, stood quite still over this horrific scene as they sailed out to meet the Merchantman. Sailors are profoundly superstitious and once the Frenchmen caught sight of this demonic ship with the bare-breasted maniac lit by a raging moon, the Frenchmen were so repelled that they gave up without a fight. What theatre!

Remember we are Pirates. We never compromise. When there is no way, there is trust and persistence.

Plans make dreams reality.

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