The PORTO PIRATES who wore ROSE
May 27, 2026
I was one of the galleon owners who grew rich from the cargo of conquer and captivity.
My head was calculating and my heart coral-brittle.
When I had more gold than I could store, and more wine than I could drink or sell, my soul bankruptcy was ensured.
I fell into the company of beggars.
From the backstreets and the taverns, I gathered a group of fellow rascals, and we crafted plans to end power over and proclaim power to.
We were the PORTO PIRATES who wore ROSE.
Among the map readers and barrel hawkers, was a woman of noble race, who had cast aside her lineage, in favour of the conscious quest of service.
We met one night on the steps to the Douro.
Our subsequent history - is hidden in mystery and passed down by loyal story tellers and Romany voices.
Today, we have returned to be PORTO PIRATES who wear ROSE; fashioned from the petals of the past.
Julia - a PIRATE in PORTO.
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