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[[Edward Kenway|Edward]], [[Stede Bonnet|I]] am to be [[Hanging|hanged]] on the Morrow. I imagined facing Death like you, [[Sword]]s drawn, full of Gusto. Instead, I found myself begging and weeping at the {{Wiki|Robert Johnson (governor)|Governor}}'s feet.
Edward, I am to be hanged on the Morrow. I imagined facing Death like you, Swords drawn, full of Gusto. Instead, I found myself begging and weeping at the Governor's feet.


I fear your Advice was wasted on a Constitution like mine. Perharps I should've left off Pirating altogether, and sailed home to my Wife and Children.
I fear your Advice was wasted on a Constitution like mine. Perharps I should've left off [[Piracy|Pirating]] altogether, and sailed [[Barbados|home]] to my Wife and Children.


But I'm not quite the same Man who left them, am I? That was the Gift you gave me, the Courage to live free. I'll muster that Courage when the Morning comes.
But I'm not quite the same Man who left them, am I? That was the Gift you gave me, the Courage to live free. I'll muster that Courage when the Morning comes.

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Edward, I am to be hanged on the Morrow. I imagined facing Death like you, Swords drawn, full of Gusto. Instead, I found myself begging and weeping at the Governor's feet.

I fear your Advice was wasted on a Constitution like mine. Perharps I should've left off Pirating altogether, and sailed home to my Wife and Children.

But I'm not quite the same Man who left them, am I? That was the Gift you gave me, the Courage to live free. I'll muster that Courage when the Morning comes.

The Stories I promised will have to wait, Edward. But if, on your Adventures, you should hear any Tales of my sundry Exploits and Capers... then perhaps in the End I lived as I was meant to.