She's a wish for kinder gay.

I hate a-hye

She's still the swall

She took our tongues and left us pale

Now we sing when the wind calls

Oh the waves don't heed a silent plea

The wind won't spare a muted crew.

So when she wails, we sing the sea or drown beneath the black.

Welcome back, listeners, to 1001 stories for the road.

And what a story we have for you.

300 years ago, the ocean wasn't a vacation destination like it is today.

It was a black abyss.

If you sailed beyond the horizon, you weren't just leaving home.

You were leaving the protection of the law, the reach of kings, and the very concept of mercy.

But for a few desperate souls, that abyss represented something better than the starving streets of London, or the lash of the Royal Navy.

It represented freedom.

Violent, fleeting, but intoxicating,

freedom. Today we offer chapter two, Captain Martel, and the first half of chapter three,

Edward Teach, alias Blackbeard. And now chapter 2, Captain Martel and crew.

I come now to the pirates that have rose since the peace of Utrecht.

In wartime there is no room for any, because all those of a roving adventurous disposition find employment in privateers, so there is no opportunity for pirates, like our mobs in London,

when they come to any height. Our superiors order out the train bans, and when once they are raised,

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