The wood is salt-eaten, and weathered with the wind of many a stormy night beneath fierce heavens; battered sails, straight mast, and the black-backed grinning skull flapping in briny wind. This is a deck that has known the tread of many feet, most muddy and disreputable: these black sails have brought fear to the hearts of stout respectable men, this rudder knows of turns at great speed, ducking merchant cannon fire- the anchor is soiled with the mud of dirty harbors; the prow is pointed to wherever the greatest profit may lie.

And now, Black Pearl--- bring me that horizon!