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45 Louis Galdy of the World’s Once Wickedest City He (Galdy) set up as a merchant in a modest way, but soon found his fingers in many pies—merchandise, shipping ventures, produce dealing, the slave trade. . . . —Clinton V. Black As blond, black-skinned sailor pickney scrambled down back alleys warbling “you done dead already” Galdy would just shamble through the ruined town of Port Royal stunned. In the wake of the fall of Christendom’s wickedest domain, some power spared him to tell the tale. What had he seen down when earth engorged him? Inferno maybe. Cut-throat, scurvy sea dogs, doused in white rum, become torch men in sea of molten goldpiece. Bawling badmen waving letters of marque and asientos, Galdy just went quiet. After earth swallowed then spat him to sea, he ceased the buy and sell of human beings. ...

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