Pirates of the New World

Was it by choice or miss calculation that the young fisherman found himself rowing closer towards the infamous pirate vessel on this hot August day? One could squabble that he simply rowed off course due to the weather. However, the moonlit sky was filled with the twinkle of stars, and the seas calm. No, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.Supposed to be? Not quite. Neither fishing boat nor heading straight into dangerous territory was where Felicity Mooron had planned to be. Disguised as a sea faring young lad she was suppose to stowaway on a ship heading towards England. Unfortunately, fate had other plans that particular night. As she rowed onward she glanced down at the leather attaché entrusted to her and begun to reflect back on how she ended up in this new mess.