The [i]Fancy[/i]. The name alone brought back memories. 

[quote][i]"Cap'n, she's gainin' on us."

"I knew it." one of the men cried out. "Nobody outruns the[/i] Fancy. [i]He crossed himself.

Cannon fire. Flames. Smoke. The uncurling of the Black Skulls and Crossbones. The cries of men dying as the ship was torn apart. Being separated from his father. "Hang onto the board, William. Don't let go for the life of you. I'm going to go find another piece."

The sinking wreckage of the ship done in by pirates who hadn't even given her the courtesy of boarding.
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"Edward Low." The words came out like a hiss. "He is the Captain of the [i]Fancy[/i]?" Will demanded. This would not only be a chance to rescue Abigail but it could bring the revenge he had long sought. "How can you be sure it was him?" He demanded coming over and pulling her into the bars. "Tell me." His grip wasn't too kind and there was an intensity in his eyes.

Edward Low. So he was the man responsible for the death of his father. The death of Elizabeth. And the capture of Abigail. He would pay. Will would see to it.