"Sir Francis Drake died of dysentery."
He took a step forward, chucking, but there was sweat on his forehead. "What are you talking about?"
The nervous tone of his voice told her all she needed to know. "You're just using his name, hoping that his fame might have reached here, but not the story of how pathetically he died."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he moved towards her in an instant, cold fingers grabbing her arm and squeezing tight.
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