Croft, knee-deep in his flooding cabin, spat static. "You’re a pirate, Vane. You have no honor."
"Not all treasure is gold. Not all pirates steal. Some just return what the tide borrowed." thebaypirate
That night, as Croft’s boat—a sleek twin-engine Scarab—chased The Rogue’s Mistress into a narrow channel, Eli cut his lights. He knew the Bay like a lover’s freckles. He slipped through the "Graveyard Cut," a submerged row of Civil War-era mooring dolphins that would rip out an outdrive like teeth. Croft, knee-deep in his flooding cabin, spat static