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 The Pirate, The Lieutenant And The Brig, att. Andrea
Alexandros Perivolakis
 Posted: Sep 25 2016, 08:46 PM
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Date: 8-th of June 1720
Place: Aboard ”Le Phenix”, sailing to Port de Paix


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It was an entire month or more since he had been given a post here at the French navy. Alexander was lost in his thoughts once more, thinking back on who he was, and what is he going to be. All of his recent actions where due to his commanding officers back at his fatherland, the Tsardom of Russia, who had been establishing a healthy relationship between the slightly misguided in faith French people, and all of the people of Russia.

He, a Greek who had answered the most holy of calls, to serve and protect his Christian Orthodox people, untill they where ready to swoop in and save his motherland from its prison, the 'Eyalet of Yunanistan' as everybody kept on calling it for ages, Greece. A place that to him was the cradle of humanity and true Cristianity. His moral upbringing was now calling him to make a decision.

After his crewmates informed him about the capture of some pirates, Alexander had been reluctant to voice his opinion on what to do with them. Yes, they where people who where good for nothing and only cought space in the world by being a dark stain in God's eyes, but also some of them where enslaved by those vile brigants. Good and faithfull people forced to do their bidding by terror...

He could not be vengefull with all of them, but he could at least interogate their higher authority. Well, if they know at least what authority even is.

The cross hanging in front his neck did not burden him as it did every single time that he made an error, nor was he feeling anything sinister. He was empty of emotion. There was nothing to tell him that in his mind the devil had placed sinfull hatred. His mind was in the correct path.

Alexandros grabed his cross for a moment, took a heavy breath, and after regaining his touch with reality instead of emotion, left his quarters and went outside to speak to anyone about his descision.

Luck was with him, since upon walking for a bit, a young sailor cought his eyes and saluted him. Alexandros smiled at the sailor and told him with an eerily calm voice in perfect French "There is no need to be so formal young man. I am not even from these parts. Tell your commanders that i volunteer to interogate the head of the pirates myself..."

"R... RIGHT AWAY SIR!" The boy stuttered with a terrifyied tone in his voice. Perhaps he had in his mind that something very serious was taking place. But no... Duty is never serious, only just duty. His as well as everybody else's.
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 Posted: Sep 27 2016, 01:01 PM
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VÍTOR ANDRADE & JEAN SERRE, pirates, former slavers


They had been tied, taken into the boat by their damn former crewmates and the others they were in cohorts with now, and sold to the French Navy flagship. No pirates’ anger was greater than the four former slavers’ who had been betrayed and sold by their own.

The first mate and the ship doctor, being women, could have fared worse, if Vitor Andrade tried to mimic the mutineers’ course of thought. They could have been kept aboard for a longer while, until arriving to a remote island and sold to a brothel there. They would have been capable of this; just that most likely their new leader had not approved. So the two women and the bunch of men were thrown in the brig all together, with the men determined to protect the two women the best they could. No, they hadn’t expressed it loudly. It was just felt silently in their gesture, any previous dissension forgotten in the perspective of their common future fate.

They were trying their best to keep their composure. But if the first evening of their misadventure aboard the French Navy flagship passed unnoticed, the next morning the interrogations had started.

One of the officers wanted to talk to the head of the pirates. Another had taken the women aside, for interrogation. So, as Cacica, the first mate, wasn't around anymore, being the subject of the Marine Commander's interrogations, the one taken this time was Sword Angel. Jean and Vitor tried to make themselves smaller, but they knew it was in vain. Sooner or later, it would be their time too. Let's see only in what condition would the others return.

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Andrea Costa
 Posted: Sep 27 2016, 02:16 PM
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The days passed since Andrea had promised Sol to remain aboard the ship and wait for them to return with the treasure were feeling like months to the prisoner locked both within the confinement of the crowded brig and within the prison of his own mind. The transfer to the French flagship, sealing their fate through an obvious matchmaking to the wooden-legged widow, as the French used to call the noose, had shaken him, no matter how desperately Andrea was still trying his best to resist and not lose his mind.

The pirate sailing master was rather prostrated when the transfer took place, still he had seen, in a glimpse, his compatriot aboard the ship. Yes, Leftheris had always admitted that he was aboard "Le Phenix". That image was still following him - his friend's sad, troubled gaze upon him, trying to convey something silently. Now, the next day, he was even more lost into himself.

The clapping of boots coming down to the brig again didn’t make him move or change the focus of his blank stare. What else to do? Today the interrogations had started. Who and why was coming now? Were they bringing back Cacica and Sara, or were they taking somebody else for cross-interrogation?

The sound of the door unlocking and opening caused his eyes to finally travel to the door. A couple of marines were there, ready to take away one more of them.
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Alexandros Perivolakis
 Posted: Oct 15 2016, 02:36 AM
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To the brig of the ship they guided him so he followed the sailors while being accompanied by a small group of marines. What was revealing itself to him though, was a rather unpleasant part of the ship, a place where the darker people of this beautyfull world deserved to be thrown. Sadly, some did nothing wrong other than being forced into serving the whims of those criminals with depraved desires, and Alexandros believed that it was unnecessary for them to be stuck here, rotting with the rest. He was right by wanting to interogate whoever was highest in their command. Who knew if someone lied?

At first the marines walked down, making sure that their escort would be safe should one of them dared to attack, and then the sailors followed by him. Immediately, eyes fell upon Alexandros, some simply staring at his suit wich clearly gave away his rank while others filled with terror in them. And others, there where those with defiance burning inside them, mocking everyone and everything else that they stood for. Those last ones he guesseed where the pirates.

"Here Sir" one of the sailors pointed at one of the prisoners in the furthest cell "this is not only one we believe to be of the highest in their command, but also a known criminal. Ange au Sabre".

Alexandros walked slowly towards the cell, examining the man that he was told he should check. A known criminal was always a good candidate for interogation. Interestingly enough though, his gaze was not like that of most of the criminals that he saw. It was empty as if was tired of his situation, or as Alexandros thought, he was trying to avoid being detected.

As he was getting near the cell where the pirate was locked, one of the other prisoners lunged at the bars of his prison, diverting the attention of everybody in the room towards him, but his agression was quickly dampened by the unsheathing of the marine's blades.

The man jumped back and growled at Alexandros while limping, swearing and spitting a "butcher of children" at him. Perhaps he was Sweedish, or a sailor who heard of one of the raids that he commanded in a very recent and very controversial war. No matter, he had no reason to explain himself to people like him, and he had no reason to even look at him.

"Prisoner" he said at the man in front of him in French showing no signs of emotion as he did so "you and your crewmates where given to us after a considerable amount of money by some, unsavioury characters. Your interogation comences immediately."

At the sounding of his words two marines walked in in front of the pirate's cell.
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Andrea Costa
 Posted: Oct 16 2016, 09:14 PM
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Andrea heard his name called by one of the sailors. He hadn't noticed Peter telling something in another language to the officer, he hadn't looked actually to see that it was an officer coming. His attention was drawn only by the words directed at him. Only then he noticed that a lieutenant was talking to him. His French had a heavier foreign accent than Andrea's, however it was intelligible.

Interrogations. As if he could expect anything else once they were here. He took a deep breath and threw him a resigned look.

The pirates took him away, and this made sense – Cacica had been taken in the same way. Separate interrogations, and probably each of them would be persuaded that the other had made full confessions. Andrea didn't attempt to resist. It was his fate to arrive here, to endure this. But he should keep his dignity through all the ordeals.

He also knew better than speaking before his turn, so he kept silent, praying in his mind that God and Saint Andrew give him strength.
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Alexandros Perivolakis
 Posted: Nov 18 2016, 03:51 PM
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The marines that released the binds of the prisoner as gently as a they could towards a criminal, wich is not gentle at all, but at least he did not protest nor try to speak up to his defence. This man seemed to perhaps be tired of the life that he lived. Could it be that he was smitten by fear after being arrested? Or could a criminal be let loose after the heinous acts that he commited? Surely no. Such a devil that could shed fake tears and sell sorrowfull looks needed no gentle aproach and no second guesses.

"Men, hurry up with this one!" Alexandros barked at the marines with his voice retaining its usual fake calmness.

They told him to be gentle at first while talking to the prisoners, and if that did not work he should then lie to them. Still, he was adamant that he did not need to lie in order to get him to reveal his closely guarded secrets. He could just play with his mind, or rough him up a bit.
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Andrea Costa
 Posted: Nov 19 2016, 06:06 PM
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Andrea had been brought in front of the lieutenant who had asked for him.

For his surprise, his hands were untied by the marines, as brusquely as they had been tied a while before. The very tight rope had left bruising marks on his wrists, but he was not going to complain. He was there to bear his fate, whatever it was. And from the brief phrases he had heard last year from Sol, after he got saved, he had an idea about the French hospitality he had to endure. It was just starting.

Green eyes full of questions and of resignation sought the lieutenant's gaze, awaiting the questions.
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Alexandros Perivolakis
 Posted: Dec 5 2016, 10:09 PM
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"Well then" Alexandros started speaking calmly first "it seems that you and the rest of the criminals that you hold company got stranded into an island and then brought to us here by some fine gentlemen".

He started walking towards a chair as he spoke and brought it closer to the pirate so he can sit in front of him. The guards looked at him with worry thinking that something may happen, but there was no need for worries. The criminal was in way more danger than a spit that could fall on his face by the pirate.

"I... Want to know... What was the purpose of your journey, your identities and your captors. You can tell me, or, you can be reduced to something lesser. Just as your little friend has after her insistence to stay silent." The lieutanant said with a threatening voice. Of course he did not do anything to the other woman that he questioned but there was no need for him to know. All that he needed was a first reaction. That would help him descide his manners, and if that didn't help he could use all the other ways that he was trained to perform...

The other man looked steeled for any kind of pain that could come, but just as he hoped, not this.
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Andrea Costa
 Posted: Dec 11 2016, 08:00 PM
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It was bad enough that he was helpless there, in the hands of the French Navy; but to hear the appreciation towards the cowardly villains who had commandeered their ship? Andrea looked at the lieutenant and replied with hate at his words:

"The hell of fine gentlemen you believe! The kind who have never fought fair, who stab in the back in dark alleys, cheat at cards and sell their own sisters as debts settlement and who steal ships from their owners, these were the ones you are praising for having delivered us to you with sweet lies. We have been attacked by mutineers aboard our own ship, who had invited those villains aboard after tying us. We have never been stranded on an island," he said.

It was no use to deny what most likely his companions would confess. Those who had taken once the King's Pardon might be more willing to make a deal, even if Cacica and Andrea told him that any deal would be promised without the intention to be actually granted.

"We might be criminals in the eyes of the French law, but we have always fought fair and gave quarters when asked. We have never abused women, children, nor surrendering enemies."

He didn't accuse the Navy and he didn't make any gestures of disdain towards the officer who sat close to him.

"I don't know the identity of our captors. Those whom I sailed with and mutinied against us had been first pirates, then they got Sir Woodes Rogers' pardon and became slave traders. When they joined our crew, most likely they got an understanding with the other villains, mutinied against us and had us tied. Their names are Jack Conway, Ernesto Fontes, Donald Cook, and another whose name was too complicated for me to remember. The others, I am not sure. Some of those villains they had given our ship to had attacked our ship before, but I was not there at that moment. I know just that we won and they showed they were brave only when fighting dirtily and stabbing in the back people who had another enemy to fight."

He had been sincere. As a sailing master, he hadn't had much to do with them. There were things he was aware he couldn't hide, so these could be told openly. They had been sold as belonging to the "Rising Sun" crew. There were things he couldn't deny. And he knew well that, denying or not, the end would be the same. They would be judged and made an example of in Port de Paix. Just like his friends Attacking Hawk, Yazeed and Pavoun, may they rest in peace, Michaela's first husband and the others before. He had got no illusions of escape. Their fate had been sealed by the damn villains.
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 Posted: Dec 21 2016, 04:02 AM
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Just as the pirate snapped at him, Alexandros was ready to memorise every single threat, every bit of information that could come out of the criminal's mouth. But such an outburst he did not expect... So the briggand was stabbed in the back by the filthy rugged lot that sent the prisoners to the French.

Interestingly enough, Alexandros thought, he also did detect that he was lying to him! Turns out that he is not just a filthy thief who lives by destroying other peoples lives. He is indeed a very smart filthy little thief who lives by destroying other people's lives. One so conniving and hated that was betrayed by his own band of killers and savage pillagers, and sold to the French for a steep price. Wonderfull...

"Such a problem you have with the gentlemen that you had shared an entire ship!" The lieutenant said always keeping that seemingly calm voice of his "Indeed i do find it curious that you have no match with the kind who have never fought fair, who stab in the back in dark alleys, cheat at cards and sell their own sisters as debts settlement and who steal ships from their owners! I do find it exquisitely curious for a thief of the oportunities other honest people who have to work all their lives!"

"And a violator of female dignity" He let thet one get out slower almost as a slithering whistle

He had seen a few bad qualities in this criminal, but worst of all was his tongue! At least another one like him would say something better... Try to deceive him, not give away names so easely so that the navy would just run of and chase ghosts of unkown men in the seas. He had those eyes about him too... A familiar look like that of his brother. One that would always make him mad but still maintain that cursed feeling of justice. Even if he was on a wrong path ever since he knew him. Even if he now is... He could not finnish that thought

All because of people like that pirate...

Just then something else awoke inside his head. It made itself known with a widening vein in his neck...

"Do you expect me to belive that by simply saying it you murdered and stole from innocents FAIRLY? And gave quarters when ASKED? Like please don't steal my wares, so all of my family can be able to leave Greece? Since when a swimming pile of sinful mongrels like the Rising Sun is a vessel that has people who act as priests?"

At the sight of him the guards stirred in movement, perhaps feeling that he had let his personal feelings get the better of him. Partialy, they where true, he just lost himself for a moment because of one look and a meaningless memory...
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Andrea Costa
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Andrea was not the kind of vain and furious rogue to threaten, but neither to betray anyone and anything they didn't have possibilities to learn anyway. He was the vainquished one this time. If at the beginning he nurtured the optimism that Sol would save them somehow, afterwards he realized the shipless captain had no way, first of all, to escape the trap island. Then, assuming he and the stranded crewmates would succeed, by a miracle, how could they storm the fort which was far better watched now, after last year's Saint John ruse which had got Sol out of the same prison, together with Captain Johnson and the other? Lately he had no hope for any future, except a quick makeshift trial ending with the usual sentence, the one his friends had been through almost one year ago. He was realistic about this. Now his turn had come, and he wasn't sure what he regretted most.

The Navy officer's words came like a cold shower. They hurt, but the first half of them were true. They had shared the ship quarters with the former slavers for whom Pieter had guarranteed, and who had turned against Pieter and the others, to help Ryder's friends and sell them to the Navy.

"People can be wrong in their assumptions about certain crewmates. I am aware this kind of things happens sometimes. Even the Navy isn't exempt of mutinies from time to time, for various reasons," he said calmly, without realising that "Le Phenix" was exactly the ship where the latest mutiny attempt happened only four months ago.

But the next, fallacious statements angered him again. They were not this way. Neither he, nor Sol and the other crewmates.

"With all the respect, Sir, if you believe all the lies about us, I can't make you see the truth. And if I am telling you that I had never done any of those, you might not believe me only because you are thinking about other people, other crews."

It was difficult to make someone prejudiced see the other point. Andrea didn't hope he could. But he would never admit what he hadn't done. Or, at least, not now. After weeks of torture, if what happened with Sol in the French prison was going to happen to him as well, he couldn't guarrantee anymore what he would say.

"If a ship surrendered, nobody was harmed at all and they could sail their ship to the destination they chose. Why fight? The lives were theirs, the cargo was the rich merchant's, not theirs. One doesn't need to be religious in order to do so. And, no matter what you think, we abused no women."

Even in the two opportunities when noble women were taken prisoners for ransom, everyone behaved politely with them. And if he thought better, the duchess of Saint Albans wasn't actually a ransom case, since Tar had an understanding with her…

Right then, probably due to an association of ideas, the lieutenant's expression changed, getting angry… and mentioning also Greece, which made Andrea twitch as well. He was not sure if he had in front of him a compatriot or one of the men who had fought in his natal seas, like Leftheris' commanders, in the anti-Ottoman War, be it in Morea or other strategic places now lost to the Turks.

"As you have mentioned Greece, the scene you described must have involved Ottoman or Barbary corsairs who were representing the damn occupants' interests. There are no other kind of pirates in the Aegean and Ionian Sea. I was born in those seas and I know them better than these ones."

Not telling his name was one thing. Being ashamed of what he was… this was not going to happen. He was himself, the man with no place of birth to claim, a Venetian citizen upon the flag aboard the ship and his maternal ascendence, and also half Greek like his father and uncles.
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Alexis had let himself go wild for a moment. That was a mistake for an interogator, especialy for a seasoned lieutenant like him, a man trained to focus solely on his target and get desired results. He did not draw his attention into a state of self defence because of his crimes. For he seemed like a common smuggler instead of a murderer.

The pirate, to his honesty, replied with absolute confidence in his defence. Alexandros had no need to loose himself to his own deep grief about his own beliefs and lash out to a criminal who did not match his desired villain's characteristics. Indeed the interogated prisoner seemed to twitch only when he got angry and out of spite, mentioned Greece...

A while ago, he had left for dead his own brother on the shores of Kingston because he was involved with the pirates who had a very ritch abduction plan on their mind. Could he had in his hands one of those who recently had served from a pirate ship that had Greeks on it? And what ship did Thanos brag about that had taken him aboard?

For a moment, Alexandros stood puzzled, averting his eyes from the pirate...

He then stood up, and walked towards the tools. He placed his palms softly upon table the and took a few eery silent minutes to himself.

Leaving even the guards to ponder.

"Say man" he said calmly speaking at no one in particular "have you ever played to kouvadaki tis gitonissas"?
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Andrea was not sure what to think, but the foreign officer's attitude first disconcerted him. He was angry to be considered of the same breed like the cut-throats who had commandeered the ship and with Captain Johnson's lot of rabble. Neither Sol, nor most of his men were of this kind. Unfortunately, during the time a few bad eggs had gone through, such as that Red Ben of accursed memory, or a couple others who were less… memorable. Not that it defined the crew of the Rising Sun. Not at all. But this man wouldn't believe him, just because he had labelled him in his mind.

He wondered what the man was up to. Starring at what he had on the table – and which must have been torture instruments, no doubt – didn't make Andrea's thoughts any easier. Finally, he spoke. He asked a question in Greek, with an accent which showed him a native speaker. A compatriot. How strange the twist of fate, to put Andrea's life in the hands of a compatriot, meant to be his undoing.

And he was talking about a thing which the Turkish occupants were doing. He had heard it in his early teens, from the rebels whom his father was supplying weapons from Venice. They were talking about a cruel interrogation game played by Turkish officers to get answers from rowdy civilians in towns and villages – usually the ones suspected to have helped the rebels. At first they placed a bucket on top of a man's head, that said bucked worn like a helmet was going to be used to amplify the pain that would come by the strikes, but nullify the damage done. They asked their prisoner, before each actual question, "What did the beautiful girl in the neighbourhood say?"

"No, I have never played The neighbour girl's bucket, but I am sure you will show it to me. What a pity to receive it from a compatriot! The Turks were doing it usually to the villagers."

It just meant the man wasn't going to be any better than a Turkish pig... The pirate sailing master was bracing for what was to come.
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 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 06:39 PM
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So, the infamous Ange au Sabre was also a compatriot. What a twist of fate that was! To have to endure the news that another one of his countrymen chose the coward's way out of their duties and preferred to sail the seas as a common bandit, allowing the Ottomans to paint them with the flag that they wished to. Of course this man seemed like a decent thief instead of an undecent killer, but he had committed crimes, and had answers, perhaps some that could be useful to him personally...

"Look, thief with a golden sense of justice, I want my answers and a good old traditional game is a way to get them. I had enough with my mood being twisted for no reason!"

Alexandros picked the nearest bucket up and searched slowly among the tools for a heavy rod or a wooden plank. Once he looked thoroughly enough, his hand fell upon a metallic rod that was both small and sturdy for the dreadful job that was required of it.

"Funny thing that you only mention the Turks doing the game..."

Rod and bucket in both hands, he walked towards the pirate and after drawing away the nearest chair so it could not be in the way, the lieutenant waved for the marines to go outside of the brig.

"You are not needed, I can write what he will scream to me later. Go out, yes yes outside, svelta kale!" The marines left reluctantly and both men where finally alone.

Alexis placed the bucket slowly upon the pirate's head, letting all the cold water inside of it, fall all over him and waited for a few minutes to pass before leaning his head close to the pirate's ear and speaking in Greek.

"Some of your less stronger crewmates told me everybody's names, at least those of you who where here and your name is Andrea. So, Andriko let me tell you a story you will like! Once, most Greeks had to endure beatings only from the occupants as it seened to be a temporary situation, but sadly that changed, as the guards started giving us a taste of what cruelty means, some of us started to enjoy toying with each other with the same brutality as our overlords.

So, my father had to teach a very young little brother of mine not to leave his pet dog piss on the Altair of the church, and as much as I wanted to break his back for daring to impose such a torture with one of my family I did not want to rot in hell for defying my father. And so I watched him beg, not father but me, instead I just sat and watched. Do you know what does that make me; not a man I hope."

He got back up again and rose the rod high above the pirate's head but did not strike immediately. He pondered something at first and then asked very kindly before striking " Could you please tell me what did the beautyfull girl in the neighbourhood said when she named all of the brigands who manned an entire ship called the Rising Sun before they lost it?"
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The torture had started. Of course the lieutenant sailing now under the French flag wanted answers – while Andrea, no matter that he had just discovered a compatriot, wasn’t willing to give. He was no traitor – no matter that the others seemed to have given in to tortures and threats. The infamous tools of the trade gathered, the lieutenant dismissed the marines, looking forward obviously to the moment of applying the torture.

First, a cold shower roused him up, then the man told him that the others have mentioned his name was Andrea. Not too difficult for the three former slavers to have heard Honey calling him so. Could he deny? Not really…

The story he heard was rather cruel, but when he asked what his behavior towards his younger brother made him, Andrea thought: ”For that age, just a devoted son obeying paternal authority.” A son, more than a brother. And it made sense. But he didn’t say it loudly, because it wasn’t expected from him.

Most likely, that harsh upbringing had shaped his personality somehow. It showed in the question the lieutenant asked.

”Do you think my noose will be higher or more comfortable if I tell you everything you want to know?” he further replied on a bitter tone. ”I already know there is no mercy for pirates and all of us are going to hang. Besides, you shouldn’t believe what names they had said. Only the quartermaster had the roster, and the signed articles.”

It was true, he didn’t know the names of all 50 or how many they were. Most likely more after the Spanish treasure ship and after the Rover. He could tell some, however, if he wanted to. But he didn't. It would take more maddening hits in order to start saying something.
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