The Privateer 2: AN HONEST LIVING

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"That's strange. Jazeer is hundreds of light years from here." Mada Terkan turned the small package over and over in her hand. She hated mysteries!

This one was a simple, small box, some 8 centimeters square and two high. It was unmarked except for the address: "Director, Pirate Victim Relief Fund, Verdara." There was no return address, simply the postmark from Jazeer, dated about two months ago.

Her assistant, Jake Rolf, shook his head in exasperation. "Well, you're not going to learn anything just looking at the box. Open it up!"

Mada shrugged, looking embarrassed. "You're right. Let's see what it is." She passed her unsealer over the box, and then slowly lifted the top. Inside was a simple black cloth, crumpled and apparently wrapped around something. "There's something here," she said, carefully removing the cloth and revealing a small, handwritten note on common plas. She spread the cloth on her desk and she and Jake stared at the small pebbles revealed. She looked at the note. "FOR ATLANTEA," was all it said, in large, crude, block letters.

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