Black tide
FredericoBlack tide
FredericoBlack tide
“- In these stories the pirates don't wear eye patches. said Captain Boris Durand. - No. They don't wear eye patches or carry a parrot on their shoulder. The hole is really exposed, and any bird fat enough is welcome in a pot on the fire. I take it none of you here in this room have ever seen a real pirate, have you? They remained silent. — I sailed around the Father a few times when I was still young. - continued. 'Not a very profitable endeavor, I have to admit. And the reason I stopped at that time was precisely my unfortunate encounter with a guy called Hermit, and his ship, the Father's Phantom. A bend in the river separated us when I heard the clang of swords and the roar of pirates leagues ahead. I remember ordering my men to put out the lanterns. I remember having my blood nearly frozen in my veins when I heard his husky voice screaming Take them. The Phantom of the Father rammed into my Ballerina Coxa - not the same one I have today, mind you, I like to name all my ships the same -, in short, it was a starry night, like today, the Hermit jumped into my deck, killed seven of mine, just for sport, then came to me. At any time I offered him resistance, but he liked to leave his mark. Look. – The captain rolled up the left sleeve of his shirt and showed a huge white scar in the shape of an X on his black forearm. - He said he would do it in case we ever meet again, because he had a bad memory. He said he would then make a cross on the other arm and, if there was a third encounter, he would rip them off at the height of the milestone. He was a cruel man. I'm glad he's dead.”
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