Captain Peanut Butter will continue the telling of his captivity.
We arrived at the Port of the Moon in Bordeaux. A large port, second only to the Port of London. I knew my days were numbered. And a small number it was. There was some strange comfort in the fact that I would meet my end in my home country. I was born here and I would die here. It seemed fitting.
Three soldiers had me in irons and were marching me across the dock when a man from the crowd ran up to me and spit in my face. One of the soldiers shoved him away.
“Back away, fool. Or we’ll have you in irons too.”
“I know this pirate,” the man said. He looked at me with hate in his eyes. “You cost me my ship.”
I recognized him. He was Sebastian Brun, the former Captain of The Elise.
“All I did was save your life from the pirate Garra. Your ship was already lost,” I replied.
“Where is your Captain?” Brun said to the soldiers.
“Follow us.”
We made our way to the Citadelle de Blaye an imposing fort that protects the harbor. Captain Duran was standing outside the fort talking to an officer.
Brun interrupted him. “Captain. My name is Sebastian Brun, Captain of The Elise. This pirate raided my ship in the Caribbean and then again in French waters. He is Captain Peanut Butter. I would like to testify against him.”
Captain Duran looked annoyed until he heard my name.
“He raided your ship twice?”
“He did.”
“And you will testify to that?”
“I will, gladly.”
“And you are sure he is Captain Peanut Butter?”
“I am. He said as much himself during the raids.”
Captain Duran told the soldiers to take me to a cell and then told Brun to follow him.
My fate was sealed. Brun was just one of many French sea Captains who could testify against me. I was locked in a cell inside a massive-walled military fort. There was no hope of rescue.
There is always hope. Right?