The yellowed parchment crackled.
Reverently, almost lovingly a gaze peruses it. Yes! Finally! A copy of the articles, a pirates code as set forth by the famous Morgan and Bartholomew.
No, not "a" code, but "THE" code.
Gripping it tightly to read, a sound outside the room suddenly startles.
Darting eyes seek a hiding place. Lifting up a table cover, the parchment is shoved under. If caught with these… the thought of punishment causes a shiver to run up the spine.
A look of innocence replaces the guilty face as the door opens.
"Elizabeth? Whatever are you doing in here?"