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Title: Sombar the Pirate
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The problem with Stanley Prison is that it's empty. Constable Bragg needs a prisoner—for a day, or maybe two—just to show that he's doing his job. He sends his half-witted jailer outside to find himself a criminal. There's a boy that lives down by the docks, minding his own business, until the jailer cries, "Thief!" If a frightened boy takes a rowboat, does that make him a pirate? The jailer thinks it does. A real pirate would know better. A real pirate would go on a rampage as fast as he could, plotting to lay blame on the innocent boy. But what does that matter? There hasn't been a pirate in a hundred years.About the Author:
When Michael Megliola was in high school, he accidentally won an award for a writing contest that his English teacher neglected to mention he had entered. The contest involved writing an essay in a room in a far-away school with a clock that ticked loudly. She might have wondered whether he would show up, if he had been warned, particularly about the clock. It all worked out in the end. Michael dreamed of sailing around the world, despite never having been aboard a sailboat. He was accepted to Harvard College, having something to do with the writing award, or possibly some mix-up involving the Postal Service. Harvard College has lots of sailboats hung in neat rows in a big house on the Charles River. Michael learned to sail. A banker named Tom quit his job and starting building sailboats. He built a boat for Michael, and taught him to respect the ocean. Michael quit his job and sailed away. He couldn't stay away forever--he ran out of money--but he single-handed his sailboat for many years, living aboard when he could, mostly in the Gulf of Maine and sometimes in the Bahamas. Being the luckiest person alive, Michael is raising three sons. They know about baseball and Shakespeare and how to count cards. Michael knows never to impugn their dignity. During the summer, Michael teaches them to sail a ten-foot sloop in Portsmouth, NH. During the winter he writes them stories.
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