August 21, 1716. Ocracoke Island
It had been a right profitable summer for our jolly crew. Beside the incident related above, we had waylaid two more ships laden with valuable bounty. The haul was more than enough for us to lay in supplies to keep us through the winter and well beyond if needs be. Now the season was upon us of what the Spaniards, borrowing from the native peoples of the West Indies, called huaracans or hurricanes, fierce storms that plague the entire area from the Indies to my own New England. Rather than risk being caught in these tempests, most ships stayed in harbor so there was little for us to plunder.
Besides the unknown prospect of storms, the other cloud on our horizon was that evil lout, Governor Windar. My two subsequent meetings with him to provide him with his agreed-upon share were even more contentious than the one I have spoken of. The man is either totally ignorant of the art and science of mathematics or pretending such ignorance in order to extract more than his due. But, his harangues and threats to hang us all are becoming most tiresome.
We have heard, from the people living near his plantation that he is trying to raise a militia, commanded by one Tree, a character even more disreputable than the Governor himself, if such a thing be possible. I really do not think that such a gaggle of drunkards and layabouts is a threat to our gallant crew, but we had best prepare ourselves for battle.
I met with Eulalia, Tash, Tricia and the other most seasoned members of the crew. “That contemptuous son of a whore, Governor Windar, is becoming most obstreperous. I fear he means to attack us.”
“He’ll not get far against the likes of us! ” Tricia exclaimed. “We be the fiercest pirates in all of Neptune’s oceans!” Everyone roared approval.
I waited until the shouts died down. “Aye, that be so. But still we need a plan in case he and that Tree screw up the courage to try their fortune. We must have the Clitoris standing ready to sail at all times, able to put to sea on the shortest of notice should an attack from the sound come.”
“You, Eula, will command the ship with Tash as your number 2, while I take charge of defending the rear with Tricia and some others to give you time to escape,” I suggested. “All amongst the crew who are escaped slaves will have the first priority to get on board, because, should they be captured, they will surely be returned to their Masters to live out their lives in slavery, a fate far worse than the hanging that awaits the rest of us. I will ask Prihaya to assemble as many of her native remedies as possible, as there may be many wounds to dress.”
“We must fear not, but, rather, be vigilant. For we be the Pirettes of Ocracoke and we bow before no man. Arrrggh!” I cried.
“Arrghh!” they replied.