I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.
-- William Ellery Channing (1780-1842)
-- New England
Every lady of breeding knows: no one has a good time on a pirate ship.
No one, that is, but the pirates. Yet there she was, Merry Wilding --
kidnapped in error, taken from a ship bound from New York to England,
spirited away in a barrel and swept aboard the infamous "Black Joke"....