I was born with the sound of cannons and the smell of burning wood. My father was Captain William Drakke, a well-known pirate with a sense of humor, and to prove it he named me ‘Mar’, a Spanish word for ‘sea’.
Even if he was an English pirate attacking Spanish galleons, his right-hand man, Roberto, was a Spaniard sailor who betrayed his king by becoming a pirate and by siding with the enemy.
When I was four years old, my father found my mother in a compromising position with a young Welsh privateer.
He marooned both of them to an empty island north of Jamaica.
Roberto and the crew were always teaching me fighting skills involving cutlasses and daggers. My father was a gun expert and he taught me how to shoot with perfection.
When I turned twenty-two years old, the Captain (I preferred to call him Captain like everyone else, instead of Father or Dad) gave me my first pocket pistol that could be retrieved quickly and easily for a last-minute gut or face shot. He also gave me my own set of daggers and beautiful and lethal cutlasses.
He also allowed me to raise my flag aboard ‘Medusa’s Lair’ (the Captain was a fan of Greek mythology). I was very proud of my flag since I designed it. I chose a red flag, which means blood, instead of a black one.
My red flag had a majestic gold crown covered with diamonds and sapphires on top of a skull representing wealth and power. I also added a dagger on the bottom of the skull representing honor and bravery.
I was born with the sound of cannons and the smell of burning wood. My father was Captain William Drakke, a well-known pirate with a sense of humor, and to prove it he named me ‘Mar’, a Spanish word for ‘sea’.
Even if he was an English pirate attacking Spanish galleons, his right-hand man, Roberto, was a Spaniard sailor who betrayed his king by becoming a pirate and by siding with the enemy.
When I was four years old, my father found my mother in a compromising position with a young Welsh privateer.
He marooned both of them to an empty island north of Jamaica.
Roberto and the crew were always teaching me fighting skills involving cutlasses and daggers. My father was a gun expert and he taught me how to shoot with perfection.
When I turned twenty-two years old, the Captain (I preferred to call him Captain like everyone else, instead of Father or Dad) gave me my first pocket pistol that could be retrieved quickly and easily for a last-minute gut or face shot. He also gave me my own set of daggers and beautiful and lethal cutlasses.
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Italian
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Maria Verônica dos Santos
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Claudia Caballero Pérez
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