The pressgangs never came around here. Why would they? Pickings for naval impressment were slim here in Albany. As one of the kingdom’s more remote regions and situated at the petering end of the Good Hope trade wind, the place was populated predominantly by farmers. Granted, there were plenty of scrapyarders and a handful of steel workers here, but experienced sailors were few and far between. And yet, the dreaded pressgangs had arrived. Rumours had been trickling in for a while now of young men snatched away from towns on both of Albany’s inhabited planets. The stories alleged that a…

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