Amaro Pargo
Gentleman Corsair of the Spanish Main
The sea made me rich, but La Laguna made me whole.
Call me corsair, call me gentleman—both are true. I chase English merchants across the Main with steel in my hand and poetry in my pocket. When the sails are furled and the silver counted, I walk the streets of Tenerife, where bread is given freely and prayers rise with the morning tide. I’ve known the fury of cannon fire and the stillness of moonlight on a garden path. There’s honor in the chase, and peace in the return. I carry both.
What I'm Into: El Clavel at full sail, a glass of Valdepeñas by lantern light, the convent of San Francisco, the scent of jasmine after rain, mornings in the library with a worn quill
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