I got all excited when I saw this piece of evil marketing genius. Then, of course, when I discovered it wasn't in fact an 18th century man-o-war, I felt all disapppointed and said "arrrgh" in a downcast and mopey fashion.
Then I found out Kafka On The Shore is out in paperback and I, true to form and ever anxious to extend and torture a metaphor until it tells me where the (metaphorical) booty be, upped sails and set a course for the fabled isles of Kinokuniya in a fair old torrent of happiness. But it was closed. This little pirate feels sad. Arrgh.