The plaque on the wall says:
What an odd courthouse to find yourself at rest,
But a pirate's life is no joke, no jest,
So perhaps the three maids will find a way
To convince the jury to let him go where he may.
Maids, gentle though ye be,
Tell the lads a tale raucous to set the pirate free,
Or else let us hope he will stay afloat,
And does not fear the end of a rope.An oversize courthouse that smells of lemon polish and hard benches. Russell is firmly behind the defendant's traditional seat, but he's chained there and there's no moving him. The doors to the courthouse are secured. Twelve shadows in the shape of men are watching Russell from their seats in the box; another shadow with a booming voice is on the bench. There is, thankfully, no prosecutor.
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