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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.

Yeah... that one there. That one is a Great White... No, it's a Grey Nurse. No. Look at the nose. It's a Great White . The things we discuss in Tasmania...

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life – and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

Continuing our pirate training, it’s important that both lads are given ample opportunity to come to grips with deadly razor-sharp grass ! Such grass is not only useful in times where camouflage is a necessity, but it can also be utilised as a lethal weapon if your flintlock has gone blunt or cutlass is out of ammunition. It is also healthy, nutritious and sets off a bowl of gruel and hard tack beautifully…