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I’m attempting to reconcile the two pirates I’ve recently come to know: Captain Spooky the Pirate, defense industry executive, and the troubadour who appears on my doorstep every Friday evening. He sings like an angel and last weekend he bought himself another guitar to leave at my place. He’s kind of man one might encounter at a Renaissance festival or a gaming convention, and being of a witchy-pagan bent myself this means he’s my kind. If only I had known.
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