...The kid called himself my descendant. Admired the hell out of me, for some stupid reason. I don't really know why me of all people, but whatever.
[She drained the rest of her tea, speaking far more openly than she did with anyone else--well, except maybe Shakespeare.]
Thing is, he admired 'Francis Drake'. And that's me, but...also kind of not me. [She opened yet another bottle as she spoke, not really caring who knew the Big Secret at this point.]
I wanted to tell him. Stupid kid deserved to know just what he was admiring--history books gloss over all the ugly bits and skip some other parts entirely. I don't make any secret of the fact that I'm a lying, stealing murderer.
What I do make a secret of is that I'm only 'Francis Drake' from a certain perspective.
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[She drained the rest of her tea, speaking far more openly than she did with anyone else--well, except maybe Shakespeare.]
Thing is, he admired 'Francis Drake'. And that's me, but...also kind of not me. [She opened yet another bottle as she spoke, not really caring who knew the Big Secret at this point.]
I wanted to tell him. Stupid kid deserved to know just what he was admiring--history books gloss over all the ugly bits and skip some other parts entirely. I don't make any secret of the fact that I'm a lying, stealing murderer.
What I do make a secret of is that I'm only 'Francis Drake' from a certain perspective.