CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Go, ye heroes, go to glory,
Though you die in combat gory,
Ye shall live in song and story.
—Ibid, Act II
“Ahoy, lass,” Bart said as one of his ruffian pirates opened the door for me to enter the library. Standing around the room were Pangloss and four other men I didn’t recognize, but all of them wore the air of men who spent more time at sea than onshore.
“Hoy, Bart,” I said politely, giving Pangloss a little wave. “I understand that you wanted to see me?”
“Aye, we’re havin’ a council of war, and since Pangloss tells me ye be right at home on yer ship, I’ve decided to temporarily overlook the fact that ye haven’t yet fulfilled yer duties to the crew, and include ye in the council of war.”
“War?” I wasn’t about to touch his reference to my supposed assassi
