Those intriguing questions Lee had as a child drove her as an author. Weren’t they the bad guys? Why did some of the men choose to go with them if they were? If the pirates had food to spare, why did they not feed all the refugees?” The pirates who boarded my mother’s refugee ship were confusing to me as a child. There were also ships who towed those to safety, ships with people who had nothing and spared what they could to help others. There were other pirates, stories of refugee ships that never made it to shore, pirates who seized vessels and destroyed lives. My mother would say it was both clever and cruel to trick the men into not fighting. From the refugees on the ship, from the pirates themselves. Lee recalled, “I grew up with this story, remembering not just the fear but also the desperation. The men had been provided food-a warm meal-during the siege. After an hour, the men returned, and the pirate ship sailed off, leaving the refugees to their escape. The pirates led all the men off the boat and then proceeded to search for valuables, taking what cash and jewelry they could find. I’m not even sorry).She continued, “Her encounters with pirates led me to question the conflicting nature of piracy in general and the choices one might make to engage in those acts. Misfits whose criteria for adding a crew member is not tied to race or class or wealth, but instead to ability, wit, and a hefty dash of chutzpah.īuckle up, me hearties, because I have got some boo-tyful treasure for you (I can’t help it. They are dangerous, but often have a soft heart (in literature, at least), and the denizens of a pirate ship are made up of the ultimate group of misfits. They refuse to follow the rules of the land, instead taking what they can and giving nothing back. Pirates continue to capture the imagination because they are agents of anti-capitalist, anarchic chaos. Airships and kissing - the kiss, IYKYK - and love and loss and everything in between. Who doesn’t love a story of dashing, derring-do and some swashbuckling in the bargain? Ahoy are stories of ships and the sea and magic and mermaids. And what’s that I see on the horizon, sailing out of a clear blue sky, with red sails and an ominously skeletal flag? Is that…a pirate ship? Many of us could - and do! - read Halloween-y books year ’round, but occasionally we need to look around for a good old fashioned palate cleanser. It’s spooky season my friends, and that means stories about ghosts and ghouls and creepy-crawlies that go bump in the night.
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