The voice droned on, reciting the list of his crimes against the crown
"For your willful commission of crimes against the crown…"
The voice droned on, reciting said list of crimes.
Alleged crimes.
"…impersonating a cleric of the church of England…"
"Ah, yes," He muttered, a grin crossing his face as his mind flashed back to that particular event. It happened in Rio de Janeiro.
He remembered a tavern, a bottle of rum. Well… maybe more than one.
The challenge was issued.
To steal the cross of Saint Sebastian, a relic of the saint who was the protector from the plague and Patron Saint of Rio.
He chuckled, recalling his victorious return. He'd won.