The Devil of Nassau
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the night air was a refreshing respite from the hazy interior of the tent. Oliver ganged up towards the stars for a quick moment before hearing Jack muttering to his compatriots. He ordered his two guards to assemble what many had under his command to Oliver. It didn't sound like there were too many, but he supposed every soul counted. To some degree, Jack's explicit orders were for the men to be ready for the theft of the brig anchored at the dock. Oliver knew they would have to get this right the first time, as there could be no second chance to steal a ship. When the guards were eventually finished for dousing the flames of Oliver's home, he looked down to the cuffs of his newly gifted jacket, admiring the site and feel of a garment so elegant even with the small stains on one of the cuffs, which were barely noticeable, he felt rather regal. In a way, it was odd to him, really. He had never seen a jacking like this on the governor, let alone on the son of a popular prostitute. Molly seemed to enjoy his new look as well. Oliver caught her admiring either him or the jacket from the corner of his eye. You look different, she observed. Oliver nodded. Suppose I feel different. How could he not? His whole life was just torn apart. The comet struck. Oliver is strangely obvious. I hope you come back, Molly suddenly let out someday, she added, shaking her head to seem long. China Oliver glance towards her but couldn't respond. He knew if he left here, he would never want to return. There was nothing for him here, not even Molly. Despite the brief moment of admiration, she seemed to have toward him this way, the captain ordered Stay quiet and you? He pointed to Mali. You need to go home and act like you never left. Molly nodded and looked to Oliver one last time before turning and trudging back toward the town. Christ, I can almost taste it and whispered Jack, look behind him. Taste our freedom! She answered. Jack smiled and looked Oliver. There is a very good chance you will have to use that, he said, referencing the pistol at Oliver's waste. I do hope you won't hit me by mistake. I just won't point in your direction.