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The Golden Age of Piracy only lasted about ten years. Blackbeard, Black Sam Bellamy, Anne Bonny, Nassau, the Republic of Pirates. The whole grand, reckless, glorious business blazed up like dry straw, then winked out before most folks had time to reckon what they'd seen. James Calloway knows exactly how the story ends. He has a marine's instincts, a head full of foreknowledge about every soul worth knowing in this world, and a voice of unknown origin that insists on calling the whole affair an experiment. The voice's about as helpful as a cat underfoot. It appears when it pleases, demands notice, and records every decision he makes with the cheerful disappointment of a scientist convinced his laboratory rats ought to have had more sense. He's going to build himself a crew, a cove, and a fleet, and, if the Caribbean is in an unusually charitable mood, he might even manage a country that resembles a free republic. Along the way he'll meet every famous rogue and scoundrel the age can offer, and watch history not from the cheap seats, but from the middle of the stage. James Calloway is the most carefree man in the Caribbean. Woodes Rogers is sailing over to cure him of that.