Thomas wants to be a Pirate
As Rupert left the frigate and headed toward the shipyard, he
bumped into a slight framed young man clad in a leather kilt
and feather hat. When the boy asked for Pirate Pete, Rupert
smiled and pointed to the semi-drunk captain. “Aye, that big
drunken sailor knows of him.â? Rupert said. “What do they call
you, small fry?â?
“My name is Thomas.â? The boy said, looking over in Pirate Pete’s direction. “And I aim to be a pirate aboard that ship. I need to talk to him, please.â?
“Aye, lad. So you are. So you are.â? Rupert said smiling. He struck a match against his wooden leg for effect and puffed on his soapstone pipe, limping off toward the sutler of Skara Daele shaking his head. “You wouldn’t last a fortnight aboard the Lucky Lady,” Rupert muttered under his breath.
Thomas approached the frigate in the faint light of the pier lanterns. “Ahoy there, sir? Can you tell me where I might find Pirate Pete?â? he asked. “That old man said that you knew him.â?
“Why that cursed old sea dog.â? Pirate Pete said laughing.