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The pirate ship was bigger and better armed; the smaller frigate had the wind in its favor.
‘Should we fight or flee?’ the British captain asked himself. His jaw set, he turned to his men and cried “General Quarters!” A loud cheer went up from the crew. There would be blood on the decks tonight.
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