Posted in Fiction, PIRATES on January 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Michael Agresta
(Singapore, 1785)
The royal ships form a line across the mouth of the harbor, blocking access in and out. The old hotelkeeper, whose only customers are travelers and sailors, shakes his head at the horror of these pirates. Even the whores can squeeze a living out of the local menfolk for as long as this [...]
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