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... uncle had sent Tomas Castro to bring him to Cuba, to the town of Rio Medio. “
The town belongs to my uncle. He is very rich; a Grand d'Espagne . . . everything;
but he is now very old, and has left Havana to die in his palace in his own town.
But I do not even know whether those who take my goods are pirates, as you
English say, or Mexican privateers, as the Havana authorities say. I do not very
much care. Basta, what I know is that every week some ship with a letter of
You yourself, seņor, or the excellent Mr. Topnambo, if you desired to know what
ships in a month's time are likely to be sailing for Havana, for New Orleans, or
any Gulfport, you would ask me. What more natural? It is my business, my trade, ...
Or you can take a trip with me to Havana till it blows over. My old woman's on
board.” His face fell. “But there, you'll get round her. I'll see you through.” They
drank some sangaree and became noisy. I wasn't very happy; there was much
truth in ...
We had not really captured the pirates; they had been handed over to the admiral
by the Havana authorities—as an international courtesy I suppose, or else
because they were pirates of no account and short in funds, or because the
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