Kit followed him back to his quarters. “Why are we preparing to fire? You’ve seen what I can do. I can get the Phoenix out of range.” “First, because I’m a pirate. We rather like firing on ships. And second, because we have no choice.” Kit looked back at him. “Why? Why is there no choice?” He belted on a sabre with a complicated basket hilt and stuck a pistol into his belt. “Because we’re wanted in Frisia.” Kit could all but feel her blood boil.
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