Kaltura
From Pawleys Island, S.C.
During the golden age of piracy, there came an afternoon on which a pirate ship sailed into Murrell's Inlet to bury a treasure they would imbibe in that very night. By late in the afternoon, the rum had been buried and the pirates had begun to build there bonfires. Many frolicked on until midnight. However Jack had drunk his last, just before sundown, and was last seen crawling toward scrub oaks. When Jack awoke the next morning, the ship had gone and there he was alone. He dug up some of the rum and that became his sustenance. Two years later, the pirates returned and found bottles strewn up and down the seashore. Surely other pirates had come along...
