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I am sailing along in my sea dog, using sea mists as visibility cover. I have found one of those fat golden galleons us privateers dream of. I shout the attack when the cabin boy grabs my hand and says "but sir, this will count as a declaration of war against England".
Yes Lizzy has ordered me to be a pirate secretly working for the queen, but no-one else knows that.
In fact how did the damn cabin boy know.
It would he nice if there was a privateer military policy, perhaps only usable in the renaissance?
Yes Lizzy has ordered me to be a pirate secretly working for the queen, but no-one else knows that.
In fact how did the damn cabin boy know.
It would he nice if there was a privateer military policy, perhaps only usable in the renaissance?