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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

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Picture of Westgate Mills in Canterbury, also know as Hooker's Mill, owned by W. Hooker & Son (F. Hooker). A copy of this photograph can be seen in GJON-IMG.

But then, bam! A storm rolls in. I’m talking thunder, lightning, the whole shebang. I’m scrambling to cover my stuff, and I’m cursing like a sailor. I mean, why can’t the weather just chill for once? I’m soaked, my table’s a mess, and I’m about to lose it.

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