There's pirates, and then there's pirates. We just pilfer from petty
merchant ships who are too dumb to sail in the naval
convoys. It is almost a service, keeping the merchant houses on their toes,
providing gainful employment for all those navy
sailors who might otherwise be out starting a real war. No, the real pirates
are the governors. Each one more powerful in his
domain than the highest king, with absolute authority over life and limb,
backed up by the marines and the whole Royal Navy if
need be. And they steal something of everything a girl buys, sells, inherits
or earns out here!
But that does mean the Governor must be rich. As in beyond the
dreams of avarice rich. As in piles of loot lying around in
the stronroom of the Governor's mansion kind of rich. As in so rich you
could buy yourself a private island with the proceeds
of one raid sort of rich. Tempting!
Bad, sadly, a trap. As Cap'n Christina Carter found out to her cost
when the guards jumped her and clapped her in irons.
Normally, they'd send a pirate to be swung from the yard-arm, but the
Governor knows there will be excellent money for such
an attractive package out here- or maybe he'll keep her as a sex slave in
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