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ABOUT US

Ahoy there, traveler o’ the cardboard seas! You’ve just stumbled upon the true tale behind The Jolly Roger Store — a place where collectors gather, boosters packs are ripped, and memories of tragic fires still haunt the walls. This ain’t your average “two bros started a business” story. This be a full-blown, flamin’ epic, laced with nostalgia, heartbreak, ale, and a deep appreciation for holographic cards.

MEET THE FOUNDERS OF THE JOLLY ROGER STORE

Alex

CEO • Founder

Binder Collector-in-Chief

Raised in the golden age of Saturday morning cartoons and snack-trade diplomacy, Captain Alex began his journey with Pokémon, battled through

Yu-Gi-Oh!, and finally cast anchor in Magic: The Gathering. He built decks before he understood taxes, summoned Blue Eyes White Dragon like it was a religion, and proudly assembled all five pieces of Exodia the Forbidden One—

a feat that involved questionable trades and one tragic chocolate milk incident.

Now he helms The Jolly Roger Store with sleeved cards, a sharp eye, and a firm belief that every pack holds treasure

Louie

COO • Co-Founder

Commander-of-Logistics

Before he was managing shipments and slingin’ boxes & mailers, First Mate Louie was deep in the trenches of 90s cardboard glory— hoarding 90's Marvel SkyBox cards while the rest of the kids chased Pikachu.

His binders were sacred. His trades? Ruthless. It was pure binder piracy.

He later dipped a toe into Magic: The Gathering, but life pulled him off the battlefield.

Now, Louie brings that same collector’s fire to The Jolly Roger Store, making sure every order sails smooth and every booster is packed like buried treasure.

THE GREAT FIRE OF

OH-NO-NOT-THE-CARDS

But forget the ancient scrolls and sentimental backstories — that stuff’s as dry as hardtack. The true spark that lit this powder keg? Fire. Actual, literal fire.

It began on one cursed afternoon — a mysterious blaze that may or may not have been started by a scented candle called “Dragon’s Breath.” And what lay directly in the path of this flaming doom? The cardboard vault. Our childhood collection. Our sacred storage closet. The beating heart of our binder-loving souls.

Exodia the Forbidden One? Obliterated — both figuratively and literally. Blue Eyes White Dragon? Evaporated into sparkly mist. Silver Sable? Melted into a Salvador Dalí painting of sadness. Wolverine, Spiderman & Hulk? Reduced to comic book soup.

Some say Louie still hears Ghost Rider screaming from the flames. Alex? He wakes up in cold sweats muttering, “...they went to the Shadow Realm…”

Louie cried real manly tears— the kind only summoned when Black Lotus fuses to a radiator. Alex just stared into the ashes, silently blaming the IKEA shelf that couldn't hold the weight of destiny (or a binder filled with Ultra Rares).

We lost more than cards that day. We lost a piece of our souls… and several PSA 7s that would’ve aged like fine rum. It was the darkest day in collectible history. And yet… somehow, it lit a new fire in our hearts. (Not a literal one. We don’t keep cards near candles anymore.)

FILING FORMS & MISSING FOILS

After the Great Fire Catastrophe, life did what it does best— dragged us into the treacherous, responsibility-riddled waters of adulthood.

Louie, once the proud guardian of holographic superheroes, traded his binders for dispatch boards and delivery routes. Landlubbers call it being a Professional Transportation Dispatcher — we call him the Master of Freight and Flow. He coordinated fleets, optimized cargo, and occasionally stared into the distance, daydreaming about Rogue’s power stats and spreadsheeting between the "transportation log".

Alex, meanwhile, swapped his duel disk for dress shoes (yes, real ones — not Vans) and joined the high-flying world of travel as a Customer Safety & Transportation Specialist. He rerouted frustrated passengers, upheld airline safety protocols, and maintained a cool head — all while suppressing the urge to sleeve something. But after hours? He dove headfirst into spreadsheets, stock charts, and late-night finance podcasts, becoming a part-time venture capitalist and full-time binder gremlin. From Wall Street trends to sketchy start-ups with names like ZapCoin, he chased opportunity like it was a misprinted Charizard.

We tried to blend in — truly. We paid bills. Bought ergonomic chairs. Pretended Excel was just as fun as a sideboard strategy. But deep down, we knew:

We weren’t built for cubicles. Or cargo logs. We were made for cardboard. For chaos. For the thrill of a freshly ripped pack. And it wasn’t long before fate stepped in — Or more accurately, a fateful pint at an Irish pub — to remind us who we truly were:

Collectors. Brothers. Pirates of the Trading Card Game seas.

A PINT, A PUB, AND A PIRATE DREAM

It all came together one fateful evening— not in a boardroom, or some startup accelerator with free coffee and ping-pong tables—

but in the only place worthy of such destiny: an English pub in Orlando, FL.

Fresh off the excitement of the Bandai Card Games Fest 24-25 event, we were full of ideas, high on nostalgia, and possibly two pints deep. Between sips and stories, Alex turned to Louie and said:

“What if we stop just collecting... and start building something for people like us?”

Louie raised an eyebrow. Then raised his glass.

“Let’s hoist the freakin’ flag.”

And just like that, The Jolly Roger Store was born— not from market research or venture capital, but from years of passion, a mutual binder addiction, and a smoldering pile of cards that once meant everything (RIP, Exodia and friends).

OUR MAP, OUR MISSION

At The Jolly Roger Store, our mission is simple:

To bring joy, nostalgia, and excitement back to the world of trading cards — one booster at a time.

We’re here to serve every collector, duelist, planeswalker, and pack-cracking pirate with:

—•-Carefully packed treasures — because your cards deserve to arrive like royalty, not shipwreck.

—•-Honest service and real human support — no bots, no nonsense, just fellow collectors who speak fluent foil.

—•-Community and connection — we believe TCGs aren’t just games… they’re friendships, rivalries, and binder-flexing memories in the making.

—•-Access to the best loot — whether you're chasing that one card from One Piece or looking to dive headfirst into Magic or Pokemon, we’ve got your back (and your top-loaders).

We don’t just sell cards — We live this hobby.

We’ve felt the joy of ripping packs and the sting of setbacks along the way. We’ve made mistakes, learned through every misstep, and spent our last Doubloons chasing this dream. Now, we wake up every day doing what we love — living the hobby, and sharing it with a community that means everything to us.

You’re not just shopping. You’re joining the crew. And on this ship? Everyone gets a treasure.

ABOUT US

Ahoy there, traveler o’ the cardboard seas! You’ve just stumbled upon the true tale behind The Jolly Roger Store — a place where collectors gather, boosters packs are ripped, and memories of tragic fires still haunt the walls. This ain’t your average “two bros started a business” story. This be a full-blown, flamin’ epic, laced with nostalgia, heartbreak, ale, and a deep appreciation for holographic cards.

MEET THE FOUNDERS OF THE JOLLY ROGER STORE

Alex

CEO • Founder • Binder Collector-in-Chief

Raised in the golden age of Saturday morning cartoons and snack-trade diplomacy, Captain Alex began his journey with Pokémon, battled through

Yu-Gi-Oh!, and finally cast anchor in Magic: The Gathering. He built decks before he understood taxes, summoned Blue Eyes White Dragon like it was a religion, and proudly assembled all five pieces of Exodia the Forbidden One—

a feat that involved questionable trades and one tragic chocolate milk incident.

Now he helms The Jolly Roger Store with sleeved cards, a sharp eye, and a firm belief that every pack holds treasure

Louie

COO • Co-Founder • Commander-of-Logistics

Before he was managing shipments and slingin’ boxes & mailers, First Mate Louie was deep in the trenches of 90s cardboard glory— hoarding 90's Marvel SkyBox cards while the rest of the kids chased Pikachu.

His binders were sacred. His trades? Ruthless. It was pure binder piracy.

He later dipped a toe into Magic: The Gathering, but life pulled him off the battlefield.

Now, Louie brings that same collector’s fire to The Jolly Roger Store, making sure every order sails smooth and every booster is packed like buried treasure.

THE GREAT FIRE OF OH-NO-NOT-THE-CARDS

But forget the ancient scrolls and sentimental backstories — that stuff’s as dry as hardtack. The true spark that lit this powder keg? Fire. Actual, literal fire.

It began on one cursed afternoon — a mysterious blaze that may or may not have been started by a scented candle called “Dragon’s Breath.” And what lay directly in the path of this flaming doom? The cardboard vault. Our childhood collection. Our sacred storage closet. The beating heart of our binder-loving souls.

Exodia the Forbidden One? Obliterated — both figuratively and literally. Blue Eyes White Dragon? Evaporated into sparkly mist. Silver Sable? Melted into a Salvador Dalí painting of sadness. Wolverine, Spiderman & Hulk? Reduced to comic book soup. Some say Louie still hears Ghost Rider screaming from the flames. Alex? He wakes up in cold sweats muttering, “...they went to the Shadow Realm…”

Louie cried real manly tears— the kind only summoned when Black Lotus fuses to a radiator. Alex just stared into the ashes, silently blaming the IKEA shelf that couldn't hold the weight of destiny (or a binder filled with Ultra Rares).

We lost more than cards that day. We lost a piece of our souls… and several PSA 7s that would’ve aged like fine rum. It was the darkest day in collectible history. And yet… somehow, it lit a new fire in our hearts. (Not a literal one. We don’t keep cards near candles anymore.)

FILING FORMS & MISSING FOILS

After the Great Fire Catastrophe, life did what it does best— dragged us into the treacherous, responsibility-riddled waters of adulthood.

Louie, once the proud guardian of holographic superheroes, traded his binders for dispatch boards and delivery routes. Landlubbers call it being a Professional Transportation Dispatcher — we call him the Master of Freight and Flow. He coordinated fleets, optimized cargo, and occasionally stared into the distance, daydreaming about Rogue’s power stats and spreadsheeting between the "transportation log".

Alex, meanwhile, swapped his duel disk for dress shoes (yes, real ones — not Vans) and joined the high-flying world of travel as a Customer Safety & Transportation Specialist. He rerouted frustrated passengers, upheld airline safety protocols, and maintained a cool head — all while suppressing the urge to sleeve something.

But after hours? He dove headfirst into spreadsheets, stock charts, and late-night finance podcasts, becoming a part-time venture capitalist and full-time binder gremlin. From Wall Street trends to sketchy start-ups with names like ZapCoin, he chased opportunity like it was a misprinted Charizard.

We tried to blend in — truly. We paid bills. Bought ergonomic chairs. Pretended Excel was just as fun as a sideboard strategy. But deep down, we knew:

We weren’t built for cubicles. Or cargo logs. We were made for cardboard. For chaos. For the thrill of a freshly ripped pack. And it wasn’t long before fate stepped in — Or more accurately, a fateful pint at an Irish pub — to remind us who we truly were:

Collectors. Brothers. Pirates of the Trading Card Game seas.

A PINT, A PUB, AND A PIRATE DREAM

It all came together one fateful evening— not in a boardroom, or some startup accelerator with free coffee and ping-pong tables— but in the only place worthy of such destiny: an English pub in Orlando, FL.

Fresh off the excitement of the Bandai Card Games Fest 24-25 event, we were full of ideas, high on nostalgia, and possibly two pints deep. Between sips and stories, Alex turned to Louie and said:

“What if we stop just collecting... and start building something for people like us?”

Louie raised an eyebrow. Then raised his glass.

“Let’s hoist the freakin’ flag.”

And just like that, The Jolly Roger Store was born— not from market research or venture capital, but from years of passion, a mutual binder addiction, and a smoldering pile of cards that once meant everything (RIP, Exodia and friends).

We didn’t start with a treasure map or even a business plan. What we did have was heart, hustle, and a mission:

To create a haven for collectors, players, and TCG lovers of all stripes.

A place where the packs are fresh, the vibes are high, and the crew truly gets it. Today, The Jolly Roger Store sails the cardboard seas— delivering from One Piece and more— with the care, humor, and spirit only true hobby pirates can provide.

OUR MAP, OUR MISSION

At The Jolly Roger Store, our mission is simple:

To bring joy, nostalgia, and excitement back to the world of trading cards — one booster at a time.

We’re here to serve every collector, duelist, planeswalker, and pack-cracking pirate with:

Carefully packed treasures — because your cards deserve to arrive like royalty, not shipwreck.
Honest service and real human support — no bots, no nonsense, just fellow collectors who speak fluent foil.
Community and connection — we believe Trading Cards aren’t just games… they’re friendships, rivalries, and binder-flexing memories in the making.
Access to the best loot — whether you're chasing that one card from One Piece or looking to dive headfirst into Magic or Pokemon, we’ve got your back (and your top-loaders).

We don’t just sell cards — We live this hobby.

We’ve felt the joy of ripping packs and the sting of setbacks along the way. We’ve made mistakes, learned through every misstep, and spent our last Doubloons chasing this dream. Now, we wake up every day doing what we love — living the hobby, and sharing it with a community that means everything to us.

You’re not just shopping. You’re joining the crew. And on this ship? Everyone gets a treasure.

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Your trusted port for premium trading cards, hobbies, and collectibles. Set sail on a journey to discover rare treasures, explore our handpicked selection, and chart your course to the ultimate collection.

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Welcome aboard to

The Jolly Roger Store

Your trusted port for premium trading cards, hobbies, and collectibles. Set sail on a journey to discover rare treasures, explore our handpicked selection, and chart your course to the ultimate collection.

Title

info@thejollyrogerstore.com

2300 W 7th Street
Suite 108-194

Fort Worth
76107

Return & Refund Policy

Shipping Policy

Private Policy

Terms of Service Policy

About Us

Contact Us

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