astonishes me. For years folk like you and I stood outside the law, gentlemen of fortune, as we called ourselves, and lucky we are to be still sound and sane. And what now? I take a Royal pardon, ply the same old trade â or nearly â and sleep sound oâ nights. Iâve a house of my own and half a dozen slaves, and Iâm fair on the way to buying a plantation. Itâs providence,so it is.â And Major Penner complacently shrugged his massive shoulders and looked about him. The Governor and his aides, followed by the gentry, had retired to the Fort to partake of refreshments, and the square was given over to the throng. Penner and Rackham were surrounded by the jostling crowd who had come to congratulate the redeemed pirates and bear them off to celebrate in the New Providence taverns. The dust they raised was irritating, and Penner could hardly make himself heard above the babble of voices.
âCome where we donât have to talk as though we were hailing a main-top,â he said, and taking Rackham by the arm he led him along the edge of the square and through the inner gate of the Fort. A broad stone stairway led up to the parapet upon which the Governor and his company were being regaled: half-way up there was an embrasure in the wall, and it was into this and on to a narrow stone seat that Penner drew him.
âBefore we go aloft, Iâll tell you what is in my mind,â he confided, settling himself on the stonework. âItâs this way. Since last night, when I heard you were taken, Iâve been on the watch for you, for fear Burgess of Hornigold would clap their hooks into you. Iâm privateering, as I said, and good sailormen arenât too plentiful. I want you, John, as sailing master. In fact, if I had the pick of the coast, I wouldnât take another. You share in the prizes next to me, and in a couple of voyages youâre a made man.â He paused. âWell, what dâye say? Itâll be as easy to you as drawing breath. Youâre young, you know the life, thereâs none of the risks of piracy â well, just a few, say â cruises are short and the moneyâs in it.â He waited eagerly for Rackhamâs answer.
Rackham smiled and shook his head. Counting as he was on marrying an heiress, it was impossible to entertain seriousthoughts of the relatively paltry sums that could be picked up privateering. True, he had not a penny to his name, but he had owned little more two years before when he had successfully courted Kate Sampson.
Penner saw his smile and groaned. âThereâs a woman in it,â he said. âI know from the face of ye.â
âYouâre right, Major,â said Rackham. âA woman it is. And much as I thank you, Iâll want to see more of my wife than I would if I was at sea.â
âA wife, dâye say?â Penner raised his eyebrows. âWell, whatâs a wife? Iâve one myself â here, in Providence â and to be sure thereâs another in Galway, but does that stand between me and my livelihood? If itâs marriage youâre contemplating, amnât I showing you the very way to make the money for it?â
Rackham shook his head. âIâve been away too long. Iâd have been with her now, likely, but for you, trying to make my peace again. No offence,â he added. âBut the seaâs not for me.â
Penner bit his thumb. âWell, well, Iâll not deny Iâm sorry. Youâd have been a godsend to me, Johnny lad. But there, I wish ye success with your lady. And if she should refuse you, be sure I wonât.â He stood up. âAnd now, letâs be joining the ladies and gentlemen and wetting our tongues. Youâll have a glass to toast you home?â
Rackham glanced uncertainly upwards towards the parapet, and Penner read his thoughts and laughed.
âYouâre afraid yeâre not yet sufficiently pardoned to go