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THE GRAND STORY OF THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ADVENTURES OF BARON BRITPOP BLASTFURNACE
Pirates!
Baron Britpop Blastfurnace • Part 7
Pirates!
Sleep eluded me that night as my mind wandered down a thousand roads. Why would anyone want to kill me? Had I wronged someone? Was the man at the inn the same person who placed the Tibetan Ankle-Grabbing Death Vine outside my estate? I saw Andelbert tossing and turning and knew he must be having similar thoughts. So I asked him.
“Andelbert, do you have any idea who would want to arrange my murder?”
“I am as baffled as you are,” he replied. “Who does your estate go to if…”
“If I die? You can say it. Actually, I hadn’t even considered it before tonight. I suppose it would go to my father as he is my only living relative. Now I fear for his life also. His sword was stolen, so someone has already been in his house. I must get word to him somehow to warn him.”
Morning came around slowly with little sleep for either of us. Andelbert and I went to help the cook as usual, but everything seemed different. Everyone looked suspicious now, and I felt as if the crew was reading my mind. I fought back the feeling. I knew my only real hope was that the other members of the crew felt…
