The End of Book One – Sophie (Post 4)

Dearest readers,

We have come to the end of Book One of The Noble Pirates. Obviously, the story is not over. I am merely coming to a stopping point to afford me time to try and get it published. While I didn’t start off intending to publish, along the way I decided it was worth a try. Should my attempts fail, I will self-publish it in e-book form so that you may download it and read it at your pleasure. :)

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Sophie (Post 3)

They’d been told I had survived alone on an uninhabited cay. The Caribbean is full of small cays, and I was stranded on one that had been overlooked. This had sent Jake into a fury. “Overlooked! How was it overlooked? This is the Bahamas, for God’s sake! We’re not talking about the South Pacific in the 18th century! How did she go overlooked for ten years?”

Now, as he sat on the edge of my hospital bed, he peered curiously, desperately, into my eyes. “Sabrina, what happened to you? Where were you? You couldn’t possibly have been on a cay in the Bahamas all this time.”

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Sophie (Post 2)

I couldn’t sleep. And even though the food they brought smelled good enough, it tasted far too salty. (I did, however, eat the dessert — a chocolate brownie with frosting — and thought I had died and gone to heaven.) I stared in awe at the television screen above my bed, at the gizmos and gadgets that beeped and blinked at me. I didn’t even know where I was. I peered out the window, at the palm trees, the glittering skyscrapers in the distance, the BMWs and Mercedes parked in the lot below. I had to be in Miami.

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Sophie (Post 1)

What has Roberts done?

What was that smell? No, it wasn’t a smell… It was a lack of smell. How strange. The air was so… sterile.

“What has Roberts done?”

“Stop asking that. It hardly matters now. The important question is, ‘Who is she?’”

The voices were American. That was a good sign. I opened my eyes and several anxious faces came into focus, all hovering around me. Two men in uniform. A woman in a lab coat. The walls a blinding white, the bed a ridiculous soft. I looked at the closer of the two men, a bald  man in his forties with bushy eyebrows and an impatient expression on his face. I whispered, “Is it 2020?”

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The Black Pirate (Post 8)

He worked quickly and efficiently, using the few tools at his disposal. Roberts rolled up the sleeves of his worn cotton shirt and tied back his hair with a dirty kerchief. While the fancy damask and jewels were absent for the occasion, that silver dragon charm remained around his neck. I wondered idly about it, about its significance to him, as I watched him work. He used a small machete to smooth out dried pieces wood, bamboo, and palm fronds. He lashed them together securely with the utility rope while I fidgeted nervously, biting my fingernails.

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The Black Pirate (Post 7)

Captain Roberts and I exchanged few words from then on — until we reached the Caribbean, less than three weeks after leaving the West African coast. The Royal Rover was in unfriendly waters, in Woodes Rogers’s territory, and the ship lurked quietly between the scattered cays, anxious to continue its journey to Brazil.

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The Black Pirate (Post 6)

Roberts and the crew of the Royal Rover decided to stick with Howel Davis’s plan and ride the south-east trade winds to Brazil. After destroying the fort at Príncipe, the pirates had sailed out to sea for a few days, laying low. Then they went to the small island of Annobón, south of São Tomé, to finish supplying their ship with provisions for the voyage to Brazil. Roberts was not going to “play games” with the governor, as his predecessor had. Rather than pretending to be a privateer or English man-of-war, Roberts simply took what he wanted by threat of force. Not surprisingly, he met with no resistance. This whole “piracy” thing might prove to be too easy for Bartholomew Roberts.

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Ah, Nuts

I am currently out of town and haven’t had five minutes to work on TNP. To those of you who check my countdown timer, I need an extra five days before I can post again.

Pleasedonthurtme. {Sheepish grin}

I apologize for the delay. Being someone who demands instant gratification, I know how hard it is to wait for something, particularly when it was promised earlier. It sucks. So… sorry. :( I swear, however, to make it good.

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The Black Pirate (Post 5)

The pirate Howel Davis foiled John Roberts’s plan of rising in the ranks of a merchant ship, and Roberts was none to0 happy about it. Roberts had dealt with modern-day Somali pirates, and he assumed these pirates of old were much the same, minus the grenade launchers and cell phones. A pirate was nothing but an opportunistic terrorist, mugging and murdering for personal gain, sometimes in the name of some religion or ideology. These guys, Roberts was certain, were no different — poverty-stricken and angry at the world for having been dealt a bad hand, they were now taking their revenge.

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TNP Illustrations by Abigail Larson

I am so excited I can hardly stand it.

The very talented Abigail Larson has agreed to provide The Noble Pirates with illustrations. When I contacted Abigail, I thought it would be neat to have more visuals to accompany the story. This is a serial, after all, and what could be better than a great story? That’s right — a great story with pictures! I was inspired by Sidney Paget‘s illustrations of Sherlock Holmes, which accompanied the text by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the Strand Magazine. Abigail read the first few chapters of TNP and, to my delight, loved it.

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