Day 33 (bonus): It has been said of Morgan Corbye that she went a little mad during the period when she found herself among the peoples of a remote island archipelago, but on this point, the debate is no more clear than that of chicken and egg. Driven to an act of desperation when very young, no doubt her mind was already somewhat unsettled. Her years of service aboard the Compass Rose surely proved difficult as she strove to maintain her masquerade as a common seaman (albeit a young one) while at the same time, her secret adoration of the ship's Captain warred with her emotional control. If aware of her feelings toward him, Capt. Service never sought the advantage a lesser being might have pressed. For all that he was a pirate of the first water, he was a man of honor insofar as widows, orphans and the like were concerned, and although he was hard-tempered with his crew at times, he never punished a man for an honest mistake. The code by which he governed those under his command and his kindness to the disadvantaged also became the signal principle by which Morgan Corbye presides to this day. "I'll be havin' no truck with them as 'urts stray cats an' kiddies," she says with a gesture to the two moggies who share her cabin.
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