Hasket handed his brother a glass of brandy.
“To your health, brother.” Hasket raised his glass.
“And to yours.” Richard took a deep swallow. “Tell me, Hasket, now that both the Congress and our Council have authorized privateers, will you invest in these seafaring birds-of-prey?”
“I invest where there’s money to be made. And after the recent loss of the Charming Sally, I won’t risk more unarmed trading vessels. I’ve got six more ships out and will be surprised if half of them return intact.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Richard noted, swirling the liquid in his glass.
“I think the answer is obvious.” Hasket raised his brows, as though truly taken aback by the question. “Profit now comes from taking prize cargos, and I shall do so. Why do you ask? Do you want to invest?”
“I invested in the sloop Tyrannicide. We sail on behalf of Massachusetts as soon as we receive our commission as a privateer.”
“You’ll be better served investing with your family,” Eliza commented.
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