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Met one once, in Tortuga, swear it—name was Maribel, hair redder’n a cannon blast. She’d wink, say, “Jack, me purse’s lighter’n yer morals!” Made me laugh, it did—proper cheeky, that one. Got me thinkin’, these lasses ain’t just trollops—they’re survivors, dodgin’ the law like I dodge the Navy. Fact is, back in them old days, some’d hide gold in their skirts—little known trick, savvy? Smarter’n half me crew, and twice as fierce.

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Once the rain stops, I head back home, but not before I bump into me mate, Dave. He’s got this wild story about a pig that escaped from his farm and ended up in the local pub. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop me phone. “Only in Armthorpe, mate!” I say.

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