Small is good on a ship, you don’t have to duck around below deck.
I liked being at sea, but I hated the navy. Every captain I ever had bought the position, had a rich daddy, or an old friend, had never worked a real day in their lives. Any officer worth a shit lost the position over politics. Petty tyrants, for which there was no recourse. And for what? The fruits of our labor went straight towards enriching the English crown, not to us.
I read in a paper one day about a pirate named Charles Vane. Nobody knew who he was, or where he’d come from, unlike most of the big names who were privateers gone rogue. No family, no connections that any reporter could puzzle out, but he was the right hand to the most notorious pirate of them all. A complete nobody, feared from the other side of the world. I was inspired, so I got myself demoted to the shittiest floating rat bucket in the Atlantic that happened to be headed that way, and off I went.
There was the murder of that innkeeper, which sped up the process, but it worked out in the end.
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I liked being at sea, but I hated the navy. Every captain I ever had bought the position, had a rich daddy, or an old friend, had never worked a real day in their lives. Any officer worth a shit lost the position over politics. Petty tyrants, for which there was no recourse. And for what? The fruits of our labor went straight towards enriching the English crown, not to us.
I read in a paper one day about a pirate named Charles Vane. Nobody knew who he was, or where he’d come from, unlike most of the big names who were privateers gone rogue. No family, no connections that any reporter could puzzle out, but he was the right hand to the most notorious pirate of them all. A complete nobody, feared from the other side of the world. I was inspired, so I got myself demoted to the shittiest floating rat bucket in the Atlantic that happened to be headed that way, and off I went.
There was the murder of that innkeeper, which sped up the process, but it worked out in the end.