Pat hated being the son of a governor.
He hated being forced to wear frilly, silky clothes that clearly showed his status while most of the people couldn't even buy bread. Pat was sure that any day there would be a revolution.
Still, he hated living where he did. He wanted adventure, something he could tell people about instead of regurgitating the same bullshit on politics.
That adventure came in the form of a young man one warm summers evening.
Wearing raggedy clothes, he was dragged into the front hall of his fathers home, cuffs around his ankles and wrists. Dick scowled at the man,
"Captain Ville Valo" He sneered and the man simply grinned,
"That's me"
"Worst pirate of the seven seas"
"But you've heard of me"
"Being captured on your own ship in front of your own men"
"You've still heard of me".
Dick didn't seem to find this amusing and sent Ville off, probably to the jails and Pat quickly hid from his father who was coming back upstairs. His heart was hammering and he grabbed a cloak before running off to the jails.
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Tale old as time.
FantasyTales from the olden days, from pirates to cowboys to the mafia I have no idea how to write any of them but I won't let that stop me! ((I get all of my cowboy information from RDR, FNV and spaghetti westerns.))
