Essays

Orpheus watched with idle fascination as her second-favorite butterfly alighted upon the edge of the backyard birdbath, removed its wings, and squeegeed them off with a gentle, practiced motion.

Everyone knows a ghost is no match for a dinosaur in a fight.

Captain Trashbeard was starting to get sick of the ocean. Literally, sick.

Shipping is a habit you must cultivate to keep yourself honest; with others, but principally honest with *yourself*.

“Beep… Beep… Beep” Arrpheus said quietly to herself, pretending the ship was a great big truck as the stern of *Le Dumpstairè II* slowly approached the pier.

The bobber plopped into the water like an olive in a martini glass, a final touch on a perfect concoction. Blue sky, wide ocean, fresh plunder.

Sunbeams glint off the rippling water like brilliant daggers, stabbing your eyes in a much more pleasing way than a literal eye-stabbing.

There are no rigorous fundamental principles for what Hack Club does. It's something new, and we are feeling around in the dark.

It's actually not easy to define Hack Club. It's a lot of different things, with many separate projects running under the umbrella of one foundation.