Grateful Dead Pirate Steal Your Face Flag 3’X5′

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Grateful Dead Pirate Steal Your Face Flag Black and White. 3’X5′. $11.95

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Here’s a swashbuckling, psychedelic tale featuring a Grateful Dead “Steal Your Face” pirate flag. Thus perfect for fans who love adventure, mystery, and good vibes on the high seas.

Chapter 1

“Steal Your Treasure”

In the golden twilight of the Caribbean, long after the last cannonball was fired and the Spanish galleons stopped sailing, a different kind of pirate ship cut through the mist — The Ripple — a rickety but radiant vessel with tie-dyed sails and a curious flag at its mast.

It wasn’t a skull and crossbones.

It was the Steal Your Face logo — a crimson lightning bolt split through a blue-and-red skull — stitched into a black flag that shimmered under the sun like it was half-real, half-memory.

The captain of The Ripple was Cap’n Jerry “One-Eye” Sunbeam, a peaceful but unpredictable soul who played a bone-carved guitar during calm seas and read Hunter S. Thompson aloud during storms. His crew wasn’t made of cutthroats — they were Deadheads, cosmic vagabonds in search of the lost chord, not gold doubloons.

Legend told of a hidden island that could only be found if you sailed on groove and not on compass. The island, Terrapin Cay, was said to hold not treasure, but something even rarer — the original reel-to-reel tapes of every Grateful Dead show that had never been recorded.

One moonless night, the sea began to hum — a deep, low vibration that sounded eerily like the opening notes of “Dark Star.” The crew snapped to attention. The Steal Your Face flag began to flap and glow, its bolt flashing in time with the waves.

Chapter 2

Jerry raised his guitar like a compass and strummed a C major chord. The ship turned — not north, not south — but inward.

They sailed through memories and melodies, past floating cassette tapes, glowing bears dancing on the waves, and jellyfish that sang the chorus to “Ripple.” Finally, they arrived at an uncharted shore shaped like a dancing skeleton hand.

There, buried beneath a sycamore tree and guarded by a tie-dyed octopus, was a chest marked not with gold but with setlists, bootlegs, and one final song that had never been played live.

Jerry looked up at the flag.

“It ain’t about the loot,” he said with a smile. “It’s about the long, strange trip to get here.”

The crew raised a toast of coconut wine. The flag waved once more — lightning bolt aglow — as the island slowly disappeared back into myth.

To this day, sailors and stargazers say if you listen closely on quiet waters, you can hear strains of “Uncle John’s Band” drifting on the breeze… and if you see a pirate ship flying a Steal Your Face flag?

You’re already part of the voyage.