Well, the first thing he did was to panic. “Devil take me now for I am a damned man either way,” he said, or at least that’s what the drunks on Nassau say he said. He could submit to the English and turn Every over, thereby making an enemy out of a man who was dangerous enough to brazenly take an Indian treasure ship, or he could protect Every and raise the ire of the English.
He decided to risk pissing off the pirates, and alerted the English as to who was staying on Nassau. However, he also personally went to Every and his men and told them of what he’d done—warned them, in fact, to get off Nassau before the English arrived. So Every and his men left their ship in the harbor and split up.
From there, Captain Every simply vanished right into thin air—him, and his gold. They’ve been looking for him ever since, for they only ever managed to catch maybe twenty, twenty-five men out of his crew? And they hanged five of them. As for the rest, they disappeared with him. Perhaps they started a kingdom of their own, their very own Libertalia. Perhaps they went back home to England under false names, and lived the rest of their lives in quietude, rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.
Or perhaps the sea took Henry Every and his men, and their bones lie buried in the sea floor, along with all the treasure that was once the grandest prize a pirate ever took. We might never know. But I’ve trod this path long enough to know for certain: we pirates don’t tend to retire in peace and ease.
Ah, but Zheng Yi Sao did. I think she's after you time, but not only was she extremely successful as a pirate, but she got to retire and lived well into her 60's.
[Check it out, he did actually pay attention to Zhongli's Chinese history class.
But to focus on the story at hand.]
... I like to think Every got away, maybe traveled to some unknown lands and made a go of it there. That'd be a good ending to his story.
I've heard about her. That "ghost" fellow on the network brought her up while we were talking. Apparently she ran a gambling den long after she retired from piracy. I looked her up afterward and she's long after my time—my own children would be long grown, by the time she was born.
[Wikipedia, he does love you and how fast you load on his phone.]
That's what I used to think, and enough of the pirates I knew years ago used to swear they'd seen Every walking around somewhere. Exactly where tended to vary: one of the powder monkeys swore blind that he'd spotted Every in a gambling house in Kingston while the cook drunkenly confessed he'd met the man when he was eight in England.
Now, I'm not sure. The stories of the pirates I knew, the ones I drank with and fought alongside—none of them ended well. Now I wonder if a rogue wave hadn't caught him unawares.
...I'm bringing the mood down, aren't I? I like your ending better.
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But eventually he does regain consciousness, and managed to read the story. And so he texts back, hours later:]
What'd Trott do then?
[MUST HEAR COMPLETE STORY]
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He decided to risk pissing off the pirates, and alerted the English as to who was staying on Nassau. However, he also personally went to Every and his men and told them of what he’d done—warned them, in fact, to get off Nassau before the English arrived. So Every and his men left their ship in the harbor and split up.
From there, Captain Every simply vanished right into thin air—him, and his gold. They’ve been looking for him ever since, for they only ever managed to catch maybe twenty, twenty-five men out of his crew? And they hanged five of them. As for the rest, they disappeared with him. Perhaps they started a kingdom of their own, their very own Libertalia. Perhaps they went back home to England under false names, and lived the rest of their lives in quietude, rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.
Or perhaps the sea took Henry Every and his men, and their bones lie buried in the sea floor, along with all the treasure that was once the grandest prize a pirate ever took. We might never know. But I’ve trod this path long enough to know for certain: we pirates don’t tend to retire in peace and ease.
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[Check it out, he did actually pay attention to Zhongli's Chinese history class.
But to focus on the story at hand.]
... I like to think Every got away, maybe traveled to some unknown lands and made a go of it there. That'd be a good ending to his story.
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[Wikipedia, he does love you and how fast you load on his phone.]
That's what I used to think, and enough of the pirates I knew years ago used to swear they'd seen Every walking around somewhere. Exactly where tended to vary: one of the powder monkeys swore blind that he'd spotted Every in a gambling house in Kingston while the cook drunkenly confessed he'd met the man when he was eight in England.
Now, I'm not sure. The stories of the pirates I knew, the ones I drank with and fought alongside—none of them ended well. Now I wonder if a rogue wave hadn't caught him unawares.
...I'm bringing the mood down, aren't I? I like your ending better.
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He borrows Jun's phone for a minute.]
Hey, this is Mikleo. As much as Jun loves storytime, he really needs to get some rest. Magical healing only does so much.
If you need anything from us, you can message me and I'll take care of it.
... Thanks again for taking us in. I'm sorry for the trouble.
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No trouble at all, mate. Let me know if there’s anything more I can do for either of you and I’ll do my best.
If Jun tries to come back to the Jackdaw to clean up his own blood, don’t let him. I can clean the deck.
[Right after he kills Teresa.]