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Californias all the way to Newfoundland, the Northwest Passage at long last. . ."
    "The supposed Northwest Passage, lad.  No one's proved that legend yet."
    "He will.  He's Admiral now and we'll be the first English ship through Magellan's Pass, the first in the Pacific, the first—I'll never get another chance like this."
    "Oh, yes, you will, and he'll never breach Magellan's secret way 'less he can steal a rutter or capture a Portuguese pilot to guide him through.  How many times must I tell you—a pilot must have patience.  Learn patience, boy.  You've plen—"
    "Please!"
    "No."
    "Why?"
    "Because he'll be gone two, three years, perhaps more.  The weak and the young will get the worst of the food and the least of the water.  And of the five ships that go, only his will come back.  You'll never survive, boy."
    "Then I'll sign for his ship only.  I'm strong.  He'll take me!"
    "Listen, boy, I was with Drake in Judith , his fifty tonner, at San Juan de Ulua when we and Admiral Hawkins—he was in Minion —when we fought our way out of harbor through the dung-eating Spaniards.  We'd been trading slaves from Guinea to the Spanish Main, but we had no Spanish license for the trade and they tricked Hawkins and trapped our fleet.  They'd thirteen great ships, we six.  We sank three of theirs, and they sank our Swallow , Angel , Caravelle , and the Jesus of Lubeck .  Oh, yes, Drake fought us out of the trap and brought us home.  With eleven men aboard to tell the tale.  Hawkins had fifteen.  Out of four hundred and eight jolly Jack Tars.  Drake is merciless, boy.  He wants glory and gold, but only for Drake, and too many men are dead proving it."
    "But I won't die.  I'll be one of—"
    "No.  You're apprenticed for twelve years.  You've ten more to go and then you're free.  But until that time, until 1588, you'll learn how to build ships and how to command them—you'll obey Alban Caradoc, Master Shipwright and Pilot and Member of Trinity House, or you'll never have a license.  And if you don't have a license, you'll never pilot any ship in English waters, you'll never command the quarterdeck of any English ship in any waters because that was good King Harry's law, God rest his soul.  It was the great whore Mary Tudor's law, may her soul burn in hell, it's the Queen's law, may she reign forever, it's England's law, and the best sea law that's ever been."
    Blackthorne remembered how he had hated his master then, and hated Trinity House, the monopoly created by Henry VIII in 1514 for the training and licensing of all English pilots and masters, and hated his twelve years of semibondage, without which he knew he could never get the one thing in the world he wanted.  And he had hated Alban Caradoc even more when, to everlasting glory, Drake and his hundred-ton sloop, the Golden Hind had miraculously come back to England after disappearing for three years, the first English ship to circumnavigate the globe, bringing with her the richest haul of plunder aboard ever brought back to those shores:  an incredible million and a half sterling in gold, silver, spices, and plate.
    That four of the five ships were lost and eight out of every ten men were lost and Tim and Watt were lost and a captured Portuguese pilot had led the expedition for Drake through the Magellan into the Pacific did not assuage his hatred; that Drake had hanged one officer, excommunicated the chaplain Fletcher, and failed to find the Northwest Passage did not detract from national admiration.  The Queen took fifty percent of the treasure and knighted him.  The gentry and merchants who had put up the money for the expedition received three hundred percent profit and pleaded to underwrite his next corsair voyage.  And all seamen begged to sail with him, because he did get plunder, he did come home, and, with their share of the booty, the lucky few who survived were rich for life.
    I would have survived, Blackthorne told himself.  I would.  And