Privateering, historical fiction, short story

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Are you really a pirate if you’re knighted by the Queen?  For how could something condoned by government truly be illegal?  Drake leaned far over the railing reaching his into the shadowy greens that lay far beneath.  The sun skipped, flashing against the chopping waters, each reflection a cutting blade. He picked at the black splinters under his fingers.  “Enchanting enough?” He felt a clap to his shoulder, he looked up at the sun beat scraggly face, “The sea? Or your whiskey?” Drake bayed. The two men stared out towards the mischievous waters, the straights, and, what beyond them?  Immortality. 


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