![]() Pirate or not, he had forged rules that reflected his rearing: he had never shot a man in the back, never walked anyone down the plank, and never offered violence to a woman. Yet he always felt a certain satisfaction in that small sign of respect his code of honor demanded that he show some consideration for his wife. He had even tattooed a small blue poppy high on one cheekbone in her honor, although he had known her for only one day-and had never consummated the marriage. No one knew that Griffin’s ship was named for his wife, Lady Barry. ![]() By a few years later, just a glimpse of a black flag emblazoned with a blood-red flower would make a hardened seaman quiver with fear. ![]() He had dreamed of Britain’s past, when men were warriors and Vikings ruled the shores, fancying himself at the helm of a longboat, ferociously tattooed like an ancient Pict.Īt eighteen he was a pirate, and at twenty-two he was captaining his own ship, the Flying Poppy. The London residence of the Duke of AshbrookĪs a boy, Sir Griffin Barry, sole heir to Viscount Moncrieff, had no interest in the history of civilized England. ![]()
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