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Avast ye land lubbers! This here book does for we pirates what lemons did for scurvy! Its good fer what ails ye! Buy it or blast ye! Arrr!Long John Silver
The mastery of relativity and quantum mechanics these pirates demonstrate does not surprise me. I often did physics with pirates and found them to be brilliant theorists when not monkey-full and rat-legged on hot chocolate.Albert Einstein
No, I dont plan on reading the book. I never did approve of his choice to become a pirate. His father and I worked so hard to get him through college and then he goes off and does this. But weve since accepted that our son is a slimed sea dog and a curse upon the waters. We still love him.Brownbeards mom, Ethel
Blackbeard the Pirates lesser-known, not-quite-as-successful cousin, Short Stubbly Brownbeard, leads a normal, boring life of respectability and social engagements. All of that changes one night while working late at the office. Brownbeard is attacked by a mob of angry numbers thirsty for the blood of a young accountant. Fearing for his mental balance, Brownbeard leaves his desk job to become a pirate.
With the aid of a dysfunctional but semi-competent crew, Brownbeard finds himself across the galaxy on the most ambitious heist ever. In The Empire of SaLaam, with its miles high and miles deep towers, Brownbeard and crew hatch a wickedly devious plan to swindle The Emperor of his wealth. But in SaLaam, the game of Empire is for realits played every night in front of millions of screaming fansand its played for keeps.
If Brownbeard participates, hell have to face both the sinister truth behind the facade of SaLaam, and his own greed and complacency. But the truth will necessitate a fight to the death, requiring a courage and resolve which Brownbeard has never possessed. Can he win the game? Or will his first adventure as a pirate be his last?
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About the Author
Though not a practicing pirate, Alan J. Levine sometimes sports a short, stubbly brown beard, drinks grog, and has been known to exclaim Arrr me hearties! He resides in the sleepy seaside port of Atlanta, Georgia with his wife, son, cat and numerous scurvy dogs.