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They call him The Rumrunner, but the name is Steven B.; held captive to the evil corporate pirates for centuries. Escaped with only one eye and traded it all in for another world, a pirate flag and an island girl. His friends back home think he has gone and lost his mind, but take a little sip of that sugarcane rum and you are gonna know why. He spent his whole life roaming around ’til he headed on down to the Eastern Shore. He felt the sand beneath his toes, sailed the waves and plundered the coves, like pirates did 200 years ago. Some say he has gone Caribbean crazy chasing the ghost of pirates and sipping rum in the island state of mind. Nothing to mark the time but the crash of waves and swashbuckling with THE PIRATES! So everybody raise your glass to the to the golden age of the past. Yes, he is a pirate 200 years too late.

I’ve always been fascinated with all thing pirates. Read many books about them when I was young. Growing up in the Midwest I was a pirate of the rivers and lakes. When I was 17 I traded the fast-moving waters of the rivers for the deep blue waters of the ocean. I sailed the seven seas for many years in search of fame and fortune. I came away with vast riches such as a better knowledge of the world, a little wisdom, and a greater appreciation for family and friends. In my heart, a pirate forever.