A while. Starting from when I was...hm, eighteen? Nineteen? Young enough that I thought I was invincible, in the way of all youth then. [A shrug, as he sits down somewhere, sets the bag down on a table.] Privateering was more lucrative than any other job I could find, and I'd just married, too—I couldn't afford to keep her in the style she was once accustomed to, not unless I could find work that could pay more handsomely than farming could.
She told me she didn't mind being more frugal. She told me that me being around was enough. [A sad smile.] I didn't listen, obviously. Too busy being blinded by visions of gold spilling out of my pockets.
...What they don't tell you about privateering is, it is so bloody easy to start to think that it's the only thing you'll ever be good at. And while you're at war, that's all well and good, but—what do you think happened to us when the war ended, and we were left adrift?
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[He can't turn away. He...feels partly responsible, really.]
A while. Starting from when I was...hm, eighteen? Nineteen? Young enough that I thought I was invincible, in the way of all youth then. [A shrug, as he sits down somewhere, sets the bag down on a table.] Privateering was more lucrative than any other job I could find, and I'd just married, too—I couldn't afford to keep her in the style she was once accustomed to, not unless I could find work that could pay more handsomely than farming could.
She told me she didn't mind being more frugal. She told me that me being around was enough. [A sad smile.] I didn't listen, obviously. Too busy being blinded by visions of gold spilling out of my pockets.
...What they don't tell you about privateering is, it is so bloody easy to start to think that it's the only thing you'll ever be good at. And while you're at war, that's all well and good, but—what do you think happened to us when the war ended, and we were left adrift?