Passion of Pirates
The year was 1725 and I was a young woman of my father’s household, bound to sea in the following week to travel across the North Atlantic and into the Caribbean where my father had purchased a small amount of land for a new plantation that would secure the family’s wealth. I was but eighteen, a young woman at that age and considered the pride of my father, though my mother had died some time in my early youth. I was spoiled and doted upon with my every whim attended to, my ladies dressed me and kept me and my father paid my way in every venture. Schooled and more than appropriately educated to the world I was ready for adventure and freedom that my father would never permit, in his eyes I was little …