For years we've been inundated with stories about peg-legs, eye patches, and parrots--and for what? Nothing. If even half the stories we've all heard about gold dabloons and red rubies are true there must be a shit-ton of pirate treasure buried throughout the world just waiting to be discovered...by schmucks like us.
As I prepare to take the MPRE on Saturday and come to grips with the fact that I may soil it and totally embarrass myself, my family, and my parents' dogs, I am comforted by the fact that if my chosen profession rejects me I can always become a pirate treasure hunter. Though I may never be able to sign a pleading in the state of Alabama, I can still travel the world pillaging and plundering and saying argh!