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The High Seas, January, 1713
Feb. 3rd, 2018 06:19 pm"Privateers."
Edward looked in shock from Captain Dolzell to where Pritchard, the merchant captain whose hands he had just stealthily freed, was sitting.
Pritchard had the presence of mind to keep his hands behind his back, but he was smirking now, any terror gone from his eyes. “It’s Edward Thatch, come to our rescue. You’d better run, Captain. Unlike you, Edward Thatch is a privateer loyal to the Crown, and when I tell him what has taken place here...”
( Such taunting went over about as well as one would imagine. )
[[ violence and bloodshed under the cut. taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. shut up this isn't late. ]]
Edward looked in shock from Captain Dolzell to where Pritchard, the merchant captain whose hands he had just stealthily freed, was sitting.
Pritchard had the presence of mind to keep his hands behind his back, but he was smirking now, any terror gone from his eyes. “It’s Edward Thatch, come to our rescue. You’d better run, Captain. Unlike you, Edward Thatch is a privateer loyal to the Crown, and when I tell him what has taken place here...”
( Such taunting went over about as well as one would imagine. )
[[ violence and bloodshed under the cut. taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. shut up this isn't late. ]]
