An Inception of Piracy chapter 12
A vicious early nor’easter hit the two ships just as they dropped anchor in Boston harbor, delaying their departure ashore for several days. The short choppy seas and the odd motion of the ship in the storm made several of the pirates violently sick, adding to the stench below. They had not been allowed to leave the fo’c’sle for almost a week and were wallowing in their own filth. There was little talk among them, each uncertain about his fate, making what peace he could if he felt it certain. Several of the men who had been with Wolridge a while believed governor Dudley was a friend of his and rarely sent pirates to the gallows, he was profiting too much from the trade. As men will, most embraced this hope wholeheartedly, for it made their confinement a little easier to endure. Finally, the hatch above opened, allowing in the first fresh air in a week. A uniformed officer came down, handkerchief over his nose. “My God!” he exclaimed. Then he shouted up the hatch, “Brin