It was a rainy night in Santo Domingo that I met this huge black man with his belly full of rum. From which master he had escaped he told me not nor shall it ever be known. ...

The years had passed in the Caribbean, and for me they were filled with the pleasure that the gods grant only to their very favorite children: and endless flow of sunny, wa ...

It was the maiden voyage of my own ship, the Black Whirl, that took me to the cursed port of Batavia. The last years had brought luck and loot in the Caribbean, not for the ...

I had stumbled into this opium den in Penang Port just by coincidence. I probably had left it just as quickly as I came in, were it not for those wonderful Chinese damsels ...