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⚓ A spark of black powder. A wave of malice. One mistake changes his life forever. ⚓
Edward thought he struck a bargain when he bought a warship on the cheap, but after a storm and chance delivered him into the British Navy with black flag sailing, he couldn't look back.
Edward and his best friend Henry Morgan find themselves thrust into a life of piracy where there's no honour among thieves on the high seas. To keep his freedom and uncover the secrets left behind on his new pirate ship, Edward must face off against the Navy and pirates alike. He just needs to learn how to fire a musket first.
What depths will the fledgling pirates go to to keep their freedom and lives?
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"Cannons!" Edward bellowed, jumping to the floor of the ship and dragging the crewmen he was arguing with down.
A thunder like none he had ever heard before erupted. It sounded very much like the real thing, only quicker, more uniform, and almost hollow. A second volley followed soon after.
A hail of cannonballs hit the Freedom. The large, speeding iron ripped and crushed the wood in its path. One hit the starboard railing right next to Edward, breaking the wood to splinters and showering the pieces over his head.
Edward rose on unsteady hands and feet amid the new sounds, moving at a snail's pace. Once on his feet, he glanced about at the other crewmates. Some were still in shock, but others who had been through battles before were quick to man the cannons themselves. Edward couldn't see any injured.
John came over to Edward and shook him by the shoulders. "Captain, we need you on earth! We need to counter."
"Yes," Edward replied. "Yes," he repeated, coming to his senses again. He turned to his crew. The men were still running around with no idea what to do, and Edward's anger was rising. "Men!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. His voice seemed louder than the cannons and the crew stopped what they were doing to look at him. Only then did he notice all the eyes on him, but his anger fought off his nervousness. "Prepare for battle."
With their captain's simple decree, the crew was brought to heel. The gunners gathered powder and cannonballs and manned the cannons. Others grabbed muskets and loaded them with balls, and the rest worked on moving the sails to fill them with wind and regain lost speed.
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Dutch
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Italian
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