A new book claims to solve the Fatima Mystery (Amazon US or UK).
Tis not me trusty tricorner with the Jolly Roger, but this hat might save ye from alien abductions.
Jim Marrs deserves a Letter of Marque for discussin’ Remote Viewin’, conspiracy theories, and ye olde Bible Code.
Yarr, a tale of betrayal and brazen double-bluffs. Magic circle wrapped in a cloak of intrigue and mystery orders Spyros Melaris, an outspoken mind reader, to walk the plank and never set foot on their ship again.
Do ye think ye know what Marc Salem be thinkin’? He be a mind-reader, this lad.
An Italian psychic’s vision of a dead woman in a lake helped police solve the three-year mystery. Yarr, there be no witches aboard me ship!
Ye olde Catholic Church be recruitin’ more student exorcists. Don’t be a lily-livered, scurvy dog, you son of a biscuit!
Are wormholes tunnels for time travel? I be in the wrong century, yarr.
Tis not Moby Dick, but a rare white giraffe. Thar she blows, me mateys!
This ‘ere head of a sea-monster was found in me ship’s galley by me cook, and I’ll give ye pieces of eight if ye pay in silver.
California’s Chumash Indians may have learned boat-building from Polynesians. Yarr, they be pirates at heart.
In his new movie The Myth, Jackie Chan plays an archaeologist who promotes the repatriation of artifacts to their countries of origin. Yarr, Zahi Hawass is a lily-livered flea-bitten dog who wishes Jackie Chan would play him in a biopic.