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Sep. 19th, 2013 07:51 amI do not believe I am a pirate, but you may say as you like, it matters little to me. Perhaps my history may enlighten you as to the particulars of my condition in this regard.
My forefathers served in the Crusades, and sailed against Spain at the height of England's need. I received from the hand of the Queen Herself, God rest Her and protect Her Faithful Servant, that I might defend the fishing fleet of Newfoundland through force of arms and Privateerage.
Good days were the days I captained the Happy Adventure in service of Her Majesty. Better days I have never had. It was a dark year indeed when the bloody Scot succeeded Her, and made peace with Spain. James the First, pah. An unworthy successor to my Lady Queen.
I was not a pirate, whatever the law may say; James may revoke my commission as a privateer until the day of resurrection, but I do not recognise his authority nor his treaty with the Spanish. If he would not make war with Spain, I would, and so I did, from the West Indies to the Mediterranean to the Barbary Coast, under the sponsorship of noble families in England. As long as English ships sailed loyal to him, I would prey on them too, to teach them the error of their ways.
I was not a pirate, but it was I who took the Fort San Felipe del Morro where Drake could not. It was I who built a fleet so terrible and powerful that no other fleet ever captured or conquered Peter Easton. I was not a pirate, no; I was an emperor, and kings and queens could neither ignore nor disobey me on the open water.
Ah, it is all behind me now. Now I am not a captain of any fleet, but they call me the Marquis of Savoy. This little mansion in Villefranche is delightful, is it not? Two million pounds' worth of gold will buy a man some comforts when he is too old to sail, this much is true.
My name is Peter Easton, and God as my Witness, I was never a pirate. I was a servant of Her Majesty, and though She be dead these many years, Her servant I remain. A drink to the health of Elizabeth, who made me the king of the waves, and a drink to your health as well, my friends. May all sailors come to such a happy end as I.
As with every year I remind my dear readers that it is talk like A Pirate day, not talk like Every Pirate day. (Peter Easton: totally was a pirate.)
My forefathers served in the Crusades, and sailed against Spain at the height of England's need. I received from the hand of the Queen Herself, God rest Her and protect Her Faithful Servant, that I might defend the fishing fleet of Newfoundland through force of arms and Privateerage.
Good days were the days I captained the Happy Adventure in service of Her Majesty. Better days I have never had. It was a dark year indeed when the bloody Scot succeeded Her, and made peace with Spain. James the First, pah. An unworthy successor to my Lady Queen.
I was not a pirate, whatever the law may say; James may revoke my commission as a privateer until the day of resurrection, but I do not recognise his authority nor his treaty with the Spanish. If he would not make war with Spain, I would, and so I did, from the West Indies to the Mediterranean to the Barbary Coast, under the sponsorship of noble families in England. As long as English ships sailed loyal to him, I would prey on them too, to teach them the error of their ways.
I was not a pirate, but it was I who took the Fort San Felipe del Morro where Drake could not. It was I who built a fleet so terrible and powerful that no other fleet ever captured or conquered Peter Easton. I was not a pirate, no; I was an emperor, and kings and queens could neither ignore nor disobey me on the open water.
Ah, it is all behind me now. Now I am not a captain of any fleet, but they call me the Marquis of Savoy. This little mansion in Villefranche is delightful, is it not? Two million pounds' worth of gold will buy a man some comforts when he is too old to sail, this much is true.
My name is Peter Easton, and God as my Witness, I was never a pirate. I was a servant of Her Majesty, and though She be dead these many years, Her servant I remain. A drink to the health of Elizabeth, who made me the king of the waves, and a drink to your health as well, my friends. May all sailors come to such a happy end as I.
As with every year I remind my dear readers that it is talk like A Pirate day, not talk like Every Pirate day. (Peter Easton: totally was a pirate.)
