The Privateer's Way

[Stoat]

Forutunatus buried himself deeper into his chair. The bastards were doing it again! He'd had the leadership of the privateers before, back when Stuart was originally under house arrest all those years ago, and one thing that had cemented in his mind was that he had no intention of getting stuck in that seat again. He had to find a way of getting Philippa back. That wasn't going to happen if he had to take the reigns here. He stood.

"Moore get's my nod." He stayed standing briefly. He wanted to tell them all to choose Moore, choose McAstin, hell choose Nobby Preston if they could dig him out of whatever hole he'd buried himself in, just not him. He slumped back into his chair with a sigh. That wasn't the Privateers way. Things would be what they were, Fortunatus knew that much for sure.

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