Piracy

Gabriel was a prince. A boy around eighteen or nineteen. I saw him with his golden curls and his beautiful green eyes, but I knew that he was different there. He looked different. Even though he had black hair and was very different from the Gabriel of now, I knew for sure that it was him. And although I was only about three years older I was much more experienced in life. I was a pirate.

We met at a party where the prince's father was the host. (By now I knew the whole plot of that story. I knew everything that happened. I wanted to stop, but it was impossible. The images were still as clear as an indictment and I was obliged to go over and over it all again.)

I was charmed by the prince as soon as I was brought to him for a formal introduction, and he also seemed charmed by me. No one at that reception could have imagined that I was a wanderer of the sea. A faithful pirate. Only, of course, my father. But our disguise was above suspicion. We were smart. I read a lot and had