CHAPTER FIVE
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You may go, for you’re at liberty, our pirate rules
protect you,
And honorary members of our band we do elect you!
—Ibid, Act I
“It’s not happening,” I told Bart as I stumbled behind him up the patchily cobblestoned main street that led from the town up to where the governor’s house sat on a bluff overlooking the harbor.
“It wouldn’t be hard for ye, lass. Not if ye’ve beaten Corbin already. The next time, ye just slide yer blade into his neck rather than lightenin’ him of a sloop.”
“It is not happening,” I repeated, glancing a bit nervously at the four men following us. The big guy named Pangloss had remained at Renata’s house, having disappeared into a back room with Jez, but the rest of Bart’s men, so hastily introduced that I didn’t catch any of their names
