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"Because the Pirate Code is not about tyranny, Silas," Elara said, hauling him to his feet. "It's about order. Without it, we're just animals tearing each other apart. With it, we are the last free nation on the sea. And a free nation doesn't waste good men."

Elara nodded to the quartermaster, old Peg, who stepped forward and unrolled a copy of the code. "Article Four," Peg croaked. "Any man who strikes his captain in anger shall receive forty lashes. Any man who conspires to seize the ship shall be marooned on a sand cay with one pistol, one ball, and a single ration of water."

"I led us into that ambush at Devil's Cove," Elara confessed. "I let my greed for Spanish gold override the caution the Code demands. Silas was wrong to strike me, but he was right to question me." pirates law

It was a brutal law. But it was their law. And on the lawless, endless sea, it was the only thing standing between them and the abyss.

Elara ignored him. "Article Seven. The captain's word is final in battle and division of plunder. But for crimes against the crew, the captain does not judge." She looked at the gathered pirates—a motley collection of cutthroats and runaway slaves, gamblers and broken nobles. "The crew judges." "Because the Pirate Code is not about tyranny,

I. Every sailor has a vote in the disposition of plunder and the election of officers. II. Desertion or concealment of treasure is punishable by death. III. Lights out at eight bells. Gaming and fighting forbidden after. IV. Mutiny earns the maroon. V. The captain shares the same rations, the same danger, and the same fall from grace.

She stepped down from the quarterdeck and stood beside Silas. Then, to the shock of everyone, she unbuckled her sword belt and laid her weapons at Peg's feet. With it, we are the last free nation on the sea

Elara continued, "The Code also says: Every man has a vote in the affairs of the ship. I call for a vote of confidence. Do you still sail with me? Or do we choose a new captain?"