No, this is not the Winged Adventure's brig, nor has Morgan Corbye found herself on the wrong side of the bars in some colonial prison. This is a storeroom now, but it was once the jail at Longmire. It is in the basement of the Administration Building where I work, and until today, I didn't know it existed. I'd gone hunting for furnace ductwork and cobwebs or a broom closet, or some place equally forbidding and photographically irresistible. I did not expect to find a dungeon beneath my sunny workspace, faint light sifting into the cell. It was worth a trip back up the stairs to borrow a tripod. Oh, but the potential for a story lurks in these shadows, and I suspect that at some point in the not-too-distant future, a certain pirate captain may find herself temporarily housed in these lavish accommodations. Rumour has it that she's planning another raid...
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