Rodney frowned as he read further into the novell Dr. Waldron had handed him over. As far as he was able to tell, that whole pirate thing was not based on any historical facts.
He did not know much about them, he only remembered the black and white movie he'd seen as a kid. Errol Flynn as a pirate, Robin Hood style.
On the first few paragraphs the reader was being introduced to Lady Misratti and her sad life. There was no reference to any actual period in time, Rodney noticed. Well, he was no historian, but maybe he could ask one of the soft scientists for a clarification? God, how desperate did he have to be to read a bodice-ripper um, novell?
This was so Carson's fault, he gloomily thought. If the man had allowed him to have his laptop, he'd be able to get some work done. But no. All he got was this lousy display!
Rodney submitted to his fate and continued to read about Misratti's joyful childhood that ended too soon. How she was practically "sold" to that older noble man by her own father. He was about to read about her horrible marriage, her brutal husband, when a voice cut into his thoughts.