100 Quotes About Pirate

Because..” he used to cradle his daughter in his arms every morning and often they would exchange soft nuances “..if you can dream it, if you can see it in your visions at night, if you can feel it in your soul, it’s yours! And it never really belonged to anyone else, in the first place! It was always yours! ” Viera returned her scroll to the drawer and closed it, she kissed the compass around her neck and climbed into her bed under the warm quilts, the candle flame crackled and the memories of her father’s arms around her embraced her there in bed and his deep, hoarse voice resounded in her ears; “.. and if you chance upon a treasure that is yours and it happens to be in the possession of someone else, it’s not very wrong to take what is yours, to take what you dreamed, what you saw in your visions at night, what you felt visit you in your spirit! Sure, it’s not lawful, but aye aye my little one, listen to me when I tell you that the best things in life are not under the laws of any sort! For which law created love? Which law created courage? The best things, the real things, are the things that are not measured by any man’s laws! Fear is the only thing that any law has ever created! And what kind of pirates would we all be if we were afraid of any of our fears, even a little! . C. Joybell C.

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. Justin Somper

Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red. Unknown

Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying. Terry Pratchett

Inherited Will, The Destiny of the Age, and The Dreams of the People. As long as people continue to pursue the meaning of Freedom, these things will never cease to be! " - Gol D. Roger Unknown

I cannot have a man who is afraid of everything, I don't have the time to soothe insecurities and fears, I cannot have a man who is standing on a stone by a creek, watching for the fish to swim by and every time he sees a fish he says "Oh look, this fish scares me, I wonder what this fish means, this fish might mean- this, or this fish might mean- that" for God's sake, they are just fish, and they don't mean anything! Such a sad thing, so many fine, strong men standing on top of little stones, pointing at fish all the time! Such a waste! Such a waste of time! I can only have a man who will leap into the water, not minding the damn fish and whatever other little things that scare him. I need to have someone who is braver than me; if I am a pirate, he has to be the pirate Captain, if I am a pirate Captain he has to be the flying dragon. C. Joybell C.

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. . Michelle Franklin

They both fell silent. For a while the only sound they could hear was the noise of books resting on shelves, which wasn’t really enough of a sound to distract them from the awkwardness of the moment. Gideon Defoe

Just then there came the wheezy sound of an accordion. It was an odd little tune that, had he been alive exactly one hundred and fifty years later, the scarf-wearing pirate would have recognized as the first few bars from ‘Theme to Murder, She Wrote’. Gideon Defoe

Three, ' reckoned the captain, 'ourselves make seven, counting Hawkins, here. Now, about honest hands?' Most likely Trelawney's own men, " said the doctor; 'those he had picked up for himself, before he lit on Silver.'Nay, ' replied the squire. 'Hands was one of mine.' I did think I could have trusted Hands, ' added the captain. Robert Louis Stevenson

Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?” “ I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy.” “ What a delightfully horrid urchin you are.” “ Thank you, sir. Michelle Franklin

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. Michelle Franklin

The rest of the evening passed agreeably: the crew had their games on the main deck, resigning themselves to Sirs and dice now that dancing was out, those who would go ashore to enjoy the dining halls and tea houses went after their matches were lost, and those who remained either took themselves off to an early rest or remained with the musicians, to sing out the remainder of the evening by way of a few round songs, calling out verses in melodic dissonance, singing the history of Good Marrie the Whore and though there were “Ten hands in her purse, there was still room for one more! ”, . Michelle Franklin

Teaching a man how to clean barnacles from a keel is an amazing useful talent, one any child should be fortunate to learn. Magochiro is our champion barnaclebully at present. String him under a keel, and he will bring back dinner enough for ten. Michelle Franklin

You–“ Mr Bellstrode began, and then leaning forward and sinking his voice, “You would kill for money?”“ Is there any other reason to? Well, I suppose there is revenge, but that, you know, never makes one feel as well as it should when it is all said and done. Money is a much better reward than retribution. Something substantial by way of compensation for emotional wrongs is much the best cure for an injured spirit. I do provide fatal retaliation for nothing when it is deserved, but as you are neither a poor helpless wretch nor the victim of national injustice, full payment is expected. . Michelle Franklin

Right, ” Thatcher said, “let’s have a look at her.” Katherine hesitated. The kitten was fast asleep in her arms and she was afraid to wake her. “Something amiss?” Thatcher asked. Katherine giggled at her capricious emotions and shoved the kitten into the surgeon’s arms. The animal woke up as Thatcher examined it. He set the kitten on the deck and watched as she wobbled around on clumsy paws. “Yes, ” Thatcher nodded conclusively. “This is indeed a cat. Matt Tomerlin

Her hair was matted to her head, glistening dark red, like wine through a murky bottle. Her torn shirt hung loose, a breast carelessly exposed, and her breeches were taut against the lean muscles of her legs. She treaded through the waves, never swaying in the current, until she stood before him, face concealed in shadow. “You swim faster with one arm than I with two, ” she said. Nathan laughed. “You frightened me. Matt Tomerlin

Plans make dreams reality. Susan PaceKoch

Waves crack with wicked fury against me ship's hull while ocean currents rage as the full moon rises o're the sea." (Cutthroat's Omen: A Crimson Dawn) John Phillips

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. Robert Earl Lee

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? Tricia Levenseller

This book is a work of fiction. Actually, it is a work of fiction within a fiction, as the main characters, though real persons in a fictional world, are being depicted in a book which other fictional characters in the same world are reading. Any reference to historical events-- rather, historical events non- Marridonian, and also non- Sesternese-- real people–rather, people in our realm, not the persons I was referring to in the previous line-- or real places–places that are not Marridon, Sesterna, and any place on the Two Continents-- are used fictitiously, because this is a work of fiction, and is a fiction within a fiction, as was previously stated. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination–referring to the ultimate author, not the fictitious author who has written the book within the book-- and any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, living, dead, or otherwise, is entirely coincidental, but any resemblance to actual persons or places in the Two Continents is intentional. Absolutely no parts of this book, text or art, may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means, whether electronically or mechanically, including photocopying–“ By Myrellenos, are we here in the disclaimer again? This is the third time, I believe. And there are still no cups out. Where is the teapot?”“ Here, boss.”“ Oh, there is tea in this story? I might be more inclined to stay and hear this one. The others were dreadful slow. I must have some tea, if I am going to be made to sit and listen to a whole book. I am not Bartleby, who can sit at his desk and flump over his tomes until he moulders.”“ He’s gonna hear you, boss.”“ I should say not, Rannig. He is too busy with doing the edits. He found a mistake in one of the other books about us and demanded he perform the editing this time around. The author was very good to let him do as he likes. He is missing tea, however.”--audio recording, data retrieval, cloud storage, torrent, or streaming service. If you do decide to ignore this disclaimer and print or share this book illegally, I will have Bartleby come to your house with a sample from the Marridonian legal extracts, and he will read them to you until you promise never to do anything illegal again. Michelle Franklin

For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet. BillieJo Williams

A wounded animal yet bears teeth BillieJo Williams

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world. BillieJo Williams

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

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life. F. Scott Fitzgerald

...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? Christopher Daniel Mechling

There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. What does it mean? I asked. A pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said and then he pulled his eye patch down and turned and sailed away. Brian Andreas

There comes a time in a man's life when he hears the call of the sea. If the man has a brain in his head, he will hang up the phone immediately. Dave Barry

Keegan rested his forearm on the wheel. “If the spell is fading, you could’ve grown old with this woman. She never had to know you were the Quartermaster on the Sea Dog when it sank in 1795.”“All true.” Colton glanced over his shoulder toward the bow. “But every man she’s ever known has lied to her. I didn’t want to be another one. Lisa Kessler

Because my division watches immortals like your crew. It’s in the government’s best interest to keep tabs on people who could potentially be assets someday. Which is why I’m here.” He turned to Colton again. “I can use my contacts to locate the group holding the Holy Grail, but the American government can’t be tied to the recovery effort in any way.”“ So what are you sayin’?” Colton held his breath.“ I’m saying who better to steal it back than a band of pirates?. Lisa Kessler

Don’t laugh at me. Is it proper etiquette for an angel to laugh at someone in a state of Penzance?Penzance? Are you a pirate? Nancee Cain

When I see you, Jolie, I see a woman who is far more than she realizes but who will someday grow into her powers. One who is much stronger than those who would trap her inside their cages or try to put her to harness. One with a bold intelligence, with whom I can laugh. One who surprises me." He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was so soft I had to strain to hear. "I see a woman who makes me feel alive again, like a man, and not like a wraith who has lived beyond his usefulness in a world that no longer needs him. Suzanne Johnson

Then I shall tell you the truthful answers to the questions you asked, about my own intentions and motivations. They are not so simple."... He cocked an eyebrow and his cobalt eyes took on a playful sparkle." If I were to avow that you are my immortal life's great passion, that I would give up immortality itself to be at your side and in your bed, you would not believe me, n'est-ce pas? Suzanne Johnson

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. Suzanne Johnson

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. Suzanne Johnson

Eugenie looked great, her short spiky auburn hair edged with conservative blond tips and her face wearing a minimum of makeup. Must be Mr. Natural’s influence. I gave her a hug and turned to meet Quince, who was sitting across from her. Okay, I could see the attraction. He had thick, honey-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail not unlike my own, and a green gemstone stud in one ear. He reached out a grasped my hand, shaking it firmly. “It’s great to meet you. Eugenie talks about you all the time.”“ She talks a lot about you too, Quince.” The man had no idea. He smiled and his blue-green eyes were almost enthralling. “Most people call me Rand, but Eugenie likes my real name better than my nickname.” After a half hour of small talk, I wasn’t sure I liked Quince Randolph. He was drop-dead gorgeous, no question about that. But there was something off about him I couldn’t quite pinpoint. He stared too hard when he talked to you, made my eye contact than a normal person. I tried to dig into his head a little but came up blank, which was weird, except I’d done a heavy grounding ritual this morning.“ You know, I just noticed something.” Eugenie had a funny look on her face. “You guys have the same hair and eye colo. I’d never realized it till I saw you sitting there across from each other.”“ Maybe we’re very distantly related.” Rand smiled.“ I doubt it, ” I said, frowning. “I don’t have much family. And if we were related, I’d be pissed off that you have better cheekbones. . Suzanne Johnson

Strong hands slipped over her shoulders as Alex joined us, standing so close, I could feel his body heat radiating up my back…. He squeezed my shoulders a little hard for it to be a show of solidarity. I’d probably have bruises. He was marking his territory. Suzanne Johnson

Keeping up with him would require running, and there is no dignity in running after any man for any reason, injured or not. Suzanne Johnson

The fight wasn’t over, ” I said through gritted teeth. “I’d have won it.” Probably. “Right, ” he said. “And something just flew past your window. It was oinking. Suzanne Johnson

An iron? Was he kidding? God Suzanne Johnson

I always hated it when TV reporters stuck a microphone in the faces of people who'd just lost a home or a loved one, wanting to know how they felt. They felt like shit. They hurt, and they didn't know how they were going to get through the night. They wanted to scream and cry and hit the guy with the microphone. Suzanne Johnson

Saturday, September 17, 2005: Today in New Orleans, a traffic light worked. Someone watered flowers. And anyone with the means to get online could have heard Dr. Joy’s voice wafting in the dry wind, a sound of grace, comfort and familiarity here in the saddest and loneliest place in the world.” Chris Rose, The Times-Picayune Suzanne Johnson

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. Cassandra Rose Clarke

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. Tod Wodicka

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off! Carrie Vaughn

Why spend your whole life on the high seas looking for treasure, ' Peter asked, talking to the clouds as he scaled a rope up what remained of the half-crumbled mast, 'when you could have a promised pay check in exchange for all the life you'd live between nine-and-five. Audrey Greathouse

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. Brooke Burgess

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. E.J. Stevens

He’d do what was best for her. He’d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright future…with amore honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust. Tamara Hughes

He’d do what was best for her. He’d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright future…with a more honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust. Tamara Hughes

You’re as lovely as a flower in the stark of winter… Your hair is the color of wheat under the midday sun, and your eyes–”“ Yes, yes. My eyes are like the sea or the sky or some such nonsense, ” she quipped with a laugh, the lilting sound like the finest music, better than anything he could ever play. Tamara Hughes

When he bowed his head to hide his grin, she stiffened. “This is most certainly not amusing.” He looked up, the humor still glittering in his eyes, and spoke one word. “James.”“Pardon me?”“ James Lamont. It’s my name. You’ll need it if you’re to curse me properly. Tamara Hughes

The only woman who would wear a gown like this one, love, is one who knows the power she wields and isn’t afraid to use it. Tamara Hughes

Charity followed the pirate. To salvation or to hell, she would soon find out. Tamara Hughes

He’d do what was best for her. He’d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright future…with amore honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust. Tamara Hughes

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

Alexander Smollett, master; David Livesey, ship's doctor; Abraham Gray, carpenter's mate; John Trelawney, owner; John Hunter and Richard Joyce, owner's servants, landsmen--being all that is left faithful of the ship's company--with stores for ten days at short rations, came ashore this day and flew British colours on the log-house in Treasure Island. Thomas Redruth, owner's servant, landsman, shot by the mutineers; James Hawkins, cabin boy--' And at the same time, I was wondering over poor Jim Hawkins' fate. Robert Louis Stevenson

The HISPANIOLA still lay where she had anchored; but, sure enough, there was the Jolly Roger--the black flag of piracy--flying from her peak. Robert Louis Stevenson

A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly. Lloyd Alexander

Thus was this expedition finished...after having, by its event, strongly evinced this important truth; that though prudence, intrepidity and perseverence united are not exempted from the blows of adverse fortune, yet in a long series of transactions they usually rise superior to its power, and in the end rarely fail of proving successful. Voyage Around The World, 1751 George Anson

Man cannot spend all his time doing evil, and even in the company of pirates there must be some sweet moments on their sinister ship when you feel as if you were aboard a pleasure yacht. Unknown

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

She rocked her hips into him and gasped. “Do you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?” His teeth brushed her ear. “Yes.” “Do you have protection?” Her question didn’t register through the haze of his hunger for her. “ Cannons, a cutlass, and a few pistols.” She chuckled and kissed him again. “ How about condoms? Lisa Kessler

She tasted like run, root beer, and something wild he couldn’t place, but it didn’t matter. He wanted more. Craved it. Lisa Kessler

First rule of a pirate’s mate, keep yer eye on yer destination, not yer doom. Lisa Kessler

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

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

She smiled, and his dead heart warmed. One smile would never be enough. Lisa Kessler

Well, yeah, you listen to a talking snake and there's gonna be trouble. Mike Mignola

Well what would you expect?" she sputtered. "They can call themselves privateers, but we all know they're just pirates with papers. Jason Fry

The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest... Muse

What, everyone you know has been kidnapped by pirates and forced to chop octopus in a kitchen that smells like a whale's stomach?"" Quite a lot of them, yes, " said Trudi, who appeared to be one of those people who'd heard of sarcasm but thought it was some sort of exotic fruit like a pineapple. Claire Fayers

It was a black and hooded head; and hanging there in the midst of so intense a calm, it seemed the Sphynx’s in the desert. “Speak, thou vast and venerable head, ” muttered Ahab, “which, though ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak, mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee. Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest. That head upon which the upper sun now gleams, has moved amid this world’s foundations. Where unrecorded names and navies rust, and untold hopes and anchors rot; where in her murderous hold this frigate earth is ballasted with bones of millions of the drowned; there, in that awful water-land, there was thy most familiar home. Thou hast been where bell or diver never went; hast slept by many a sailor’s side, where sleepless mothers would give their lives to lay them down. Thou saw’st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them. Thou saw’st the murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck; for hours he fell into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw; and his murderers still sailed on unharmed–while swift lightnings shivered the neighboring ship that would have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms. O head! thou hast seen enough to split the planets and make an infidel of Abraham, and not one syllable is thine! . Herman Melville

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

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. Karl Wiggins

Lila backed away toward the curtain. "Do you just... stand here until I need you?" The woman smiled and dug a volume from a pocket. "I have a book."" Let me guess, a religious text?"" Actually, " said Ister, perching on the low couch, "it's about pirates." Lila smiled. V.E. Schwab

When you meet a dark angel don't you ever for one minute believe they are bad because they have faced the worst demons and lived to guide you through yours. It really isn't an easy job they have been asked to do, but then neither was standing on the front line during the war in heaven. Shannon L. Alder

Jean shifted his commentary from his guard to me. “Drusilla, a grievance must be made against these ruffians and thieves. They have stolen my clothing and given me only this…this….” He ran out of words.“ Ugly-ass orange jumpsuit?” I offered, always ready to help Jean with his command of modern English. “Oui, exactement. I demand that you obtain my release, tout de suite. And you must know, a woman who allows her husband to remain in such conditions for an entire evening must face reprimand.” I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms. “And you must know that, in this day and age, should a man reprimand his wife too much, said wife might leave her husband to enjoy a longer time in his prison cell wearing his ugly-ass orange jumpsuit. . Suzanne Johnson

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. Tim Powers

To live is to walk beside Death but never join hands. ~ Captain Buck "Slackeye" Roberts Kai McCarthy

I narrowed my eyes. Jean stayed awfully well informed about prete politics, and often told me things the Elders hadn't yet learned. I suspected this might be one of those things. "How do you know all this?" He shrugged. "A wise man watches as if her were un aigle and listens as if here were un faucon." Eagles and falcons. Both predators. Appropriate. Suzanne Johnson

Suspicion infused Alex's voice. "Okay? That's it?" I looked back at him and smiled. "That's it. We disagree. It's done. We'll deal with whatever comes next." He stood up, brows lowered over squinty eyes. "Did Lafitte ply you with brandy, or have the body snatchers been here? Suzanne Johnson

I would say Randolph's a horse's ass, but that would be unfair to the horse. Suzanne Johnson

I should like to understand more about the signs on the shirt you wore earlier. What was it: Eat the tail and suck the head? Suzanne Johnson

I believe he's been asked to testify today, " I told Lennox, who'd continued to track Truman's progress through the room. "He's a member of the historical undead, Truman Capote, the author. He wrote Breakfast at Tiffany's and In Cold Blood.".."Hi, Truman, you're sitting next to me, " I said, pulling out his chair. I figured after he'd asked me to suck on his cherry, we should be on a first-name basis. . Suzanne Johnson

You must live a very free life."" Me?" she laughed. "I am not who swoops out of the sky to rain fire on pirates! "" Yeah, but before this I never did much. I mean I did a lot, but.. I lived in a room at a university, and my whole world was in that little room. There was this world inside my head." De la Fitte studied his head as if she could see through his skull to a little globe inside it somewhere. Sam Starbuck

And it sucks, because I want to kiss her. It's infuriating how perfect it would be to kiss her right now, perched on a cannon on a pirate ship under the stars. That sounds like something off the pages of an adventure novel. But my life isn't one of those stories. My story is a hurricane, and here with Swift is just the eye. Emily Skrutskie

Kill Piracy; Save Creativity"! Kalyan C. Kankanala

Create a Piracy Free World fora Creative Tomorrow Kalyan C. Kankanala

Pirates of Bollywood, or Bollywood of Pirates? - Tough to say. Kalyan C. Kankanala

There is a Pirate in each of us"! Kalyan C. Kankanala

Piracy begins where creativity ends". Kalyan C. Kankanala