Foundational Weapons For A Modern War
Chapter 21 Gentleman Pirates Pilbrick flipped up the ends of his robe and sat on the courtyard bench. “Thank you, dear,” he said to his daughter, who filled his glass and set the pitcher next to the soup in front of him. He settled in, took a sip while examining the ledger
Westley stepped off the ship and was greeted by his harbormaster. “Good day, my lord. Right fine journey, I hope?” “Yes, to both.” “It’s excellent timing for your return. I have a number of stonemasons who would like your approval for the construction of the breakwater you designed last season.” “Excellent. Let
(also a Dread Pirate Roberts) On the fifteenth day, Trajan sat near the bow after breakfast, as was becoming his custom. He had not expected to find books on board and had hardly cracked one since beginning his training with Pilbrick. Now, with whole days at sea punctuated with silent progression over
Chapter 6 The Sea (continued) “Gentlemen,” Trajan finally said, “let me propose this: Say that Inigo and I meet them and report that we are hunting the Dread Pirate Roberts. We wouldn’t be speaking a falsehood. It might even allow us to gain some intelligence as to his whereabouts.” They stared at
Chapter 4 Another Dread Pirate Roberts (part 3) Before he could set down his goblet Inigo was upon him, brandishing his sword in Trajan’s face and causing the young man to stumble backward to escape, knocking small pieces of pottery, tools, and unshaped steel rods across the floor. “En garde, Guilderian! En
Trajan ate, apprehensive at first, subtly sniffing the food and drink placed before him, convinced he was about to be poisoned. But the family’s drinks were poured from the same pitchers as his, and their food was served from the same platters. The servants smiled and greeted Trajan like he was royalty,
Trajan watched the sky as his ferry approached the dock. Several large birds circled the harbor and one made a sharp dive into the sea, then bobbed back to the surface with a fish twice its length clamped in its beak. “Is it true the ptarmadactyls attack humans?” “Yah. Haven’t ya never