I had spent far too much on bribes to get here, but finally I was face to face with the most wanted pirate on the nine seas, the Scourge of St Growlen, Greenbeard.
My father.
His beard was now a patchy brown and white, denied his paint, as he looked up at me.
"Ah, my boy. I take it you ain't here to break me free?"
"Correct."
"Good, I'd not accept your help anyway. But are you here to kill me then?"
"In a way. You remember what you called me, last we spoke?"
"Cityboy."
"The City executes you tomorrow."
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