Thomas Watts had never intended to be a pirate.
It wasn’t something he’d ever thought of doing. Certainly his mother, back home in England, had never expected her son to sail beneath the black flag. Even a year ago, the very idea that he’d engage in piracy would have sounded ludicrous. He’d left home aboard an English ship and sailed beneath an English flag, and had thought himself content to stay there.
Yet Watts had found that he—and so many others like him—were only a bad spin away from being on the other side of the law.
The pirate’s life, the rover’s life, was a coin to be tossed for com
Once upon a time,
Very long ago
Lived a kingdom on a cliffside,
With the ocean far below.
Within it lived the mermaids
With sea-jewels in their hair;
Beneath the moon, they swam all night,
By daybreak, none were there.
Once upon a day,
Of bluest sky and sea,
A girl from that said kingdom
Was lost in reverie;
But this girl was no peasant,
She was the princess fair;
The lucid sky was in her eyes
And sunbeams in her hair.
Princess Meara was her name,
A child at thirteen;
The king, her father, loved her so
And called her "Little Queen";
For his own wife had long since passed
And left him quite alone;
So Meara was his foremost
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A wet splash echoed in the twisting chamber each time one of Nemi's boots made contact with the dank water coating the floor. Despite the slime clinging to her boots, however, Nemi's expression stayed determined, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her splashing steps were fixed in a continuous, rather monotonous rhythm, until she reached a fork in the tunnels, where they paused. A few moments later, she turned on her heel and chose the left passage, confidence making her steps lighter than before. The package slung over her shoulder swung back and forth as she walked, but she didn't seem concerne