Royal Governor, Lord Petyr Baelish

A man of few words, a Mockingbird, a Lord. I was born by the sea. To the sea I shall return. Currently the Governor of Nassau. #Albatross is my ship.

[Royal Governor, Lord Petyr Baelish @powerfulpetyr]

*They say an Albatross is the soul of an old sailor. Lord Baelish had an old soul. Born by the sea. To the sea he returned. A new adventure*

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Sending this to lady Noor @OrientalEnigma. It has a happy ending. 🐘🐘🐘

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@WindRoseeh @RobbieTheBlack @lylepenny ||Thank you Elly 💐

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@lylepenny @RobbieTheBlack @ChrissyTaggart_ — This suited him well enough for now.

Fear did not blossom overnight - fear had to be encouraged and nourished.

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— 𝙉𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪, 1720 —
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*It was a perfectly nice day in Nassau - as the governor of the island had breakfast on the veranda surrounded by attentive servants.

Strange birds squawked in tall - verdant foliage. They annoyed —

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@lylepenny @RobbieTheBlack @ChrissyTaggart_ — Lord Baelish strenuously denied that there were ghost ships - but with a wistful smile.

He left enough doubt to encourage wilder stories - for imagination was certainly to conjure up - bigger terrors.

Petyr Baelish had heard nothing from Lyle Penny or Robbie Taggart. —

[Capt. Lyle Penny @lylepenny]

@RobbieTheBlack @powerfulpetyr @ChrissyTaggart_ *Lyle’s dark eyes twinkled as he grinned at the Scot.* Think y’understimatin’ who y’talk’n to Rob... Unlike som’, /I/ ‘m still in th’life. M’name still means some’in in these waters. ‘ll fin’us a crew. Y’see ‘f y’can contac’ y’r ol’mate ‘bout sails ‘n colours. *He slid the card-

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“Wishing you all a Georgian Christmas.

Do not be late for morning prayers - do not drink neat rum.”

Gluttony is not a cardinal sin.

#MerryChristmas

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Thank you 🙏

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— enough proof to show the ghost ship did exist.

“I remain the crown’s most faithful servant. God save the King.

Your faithful servant - Lord Baelish - Governor of Nassau.”

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— 𝘖𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 —
𝘕𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶 1720

“To the King’s Most Excellent Majesty - Most Gracious Sovereign.”

The governor of Nassau started his letter in humble tones - for it was best to treat the crown as something that may explode —

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— sorrow - I find myself in a quandary as regarding the mythical dead crew of this fearsome ship.”

A sensible banker turned pirate - turned Governor - must address the Crown in terms of utter disbelief.

By the time the letter reached England - there will sadly be —

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@WindRoseeh @lylepenny @RobbieTheBlack @ChrissyTaggart_ “The legends grow - around pirates and their mad adventures. The curses add to the mystique.”

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@RobbieTheBlack @lylepenny @ChrissyTaggart_ — the small man could be anybody - innocuous and inoffensive - which was far from the truth.

The governor of Nassau melted into the evening crowd - with a humble appearance - and the smile of a pirate.

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@RobbieTheBlack @lylepenny @ChrissyTaggart_ — didn’t care where it came from.

“A pleasure doing business with both you — but I must take my leave. I need to write some very convincing lies and call them secret intelligence.”

Baelish took his tricorn hat and left with unhurried steps. In his brown garb —