As all of this had happened years before Daniel had even been born, it didn't matter to him – this was just how Dad had always looked – and of course it had never mattered to Drake. Within a few weeks, Drake had been back on the highways of England, buying cloth that he'd later smuggle to the Netherlands. In a country inn, on the way to St. Ives, he encountered a saturnine, beetle-browed chap name of Oliver Cromwell who had recently lost his faith, and seen his life ruined – or so he imagined, until he got a look at Drake, and found God. But that was another story.