So I am writing Diamond Dirt, but I have 2 that I'm also sneaking in some typing time. One will be a novella that will link to Book 10. I do have a name for the novella: Siren Song. Here is a small scene from Siren Song.
As the sun sank in the sky, Destan secured the rigging. His men were busy loading the cannon and preparing for the attack. One man was pulling down their decoy flag so he could raise their colors. He looked over the horizon and saw their target. The lone ship was flying the colors of the Spanish. They were a long way from shore and any help.
“Captain, the front guns are ready to go whenever you are,” Teague yelled up at him.
Teague was his quartermaster and right hand man. The peg leg didn’t slow Teague down. The man was fierce in battle and the one man Destan trusted with his life.
“We’ll fire once we’re closer,” Destan called back. “Red, man the helm.”
“Aye, Cap,” Red said as he grabbed the wheel.
“Cap, we’re entering the Isle of Siren,” Bartholomew said.
“Siren Shores tis but a myth,” Boosa yelled. “Ye, yella be showing.”
“It’s no myth,” Killian said as he shoved Boosa to the side. “I hear tell of the lasses beauty.”
“No lass there mate,” Kidd yelled. “They be demons.”
“Demons?” Bartholomew asked.
“Mermaids, boy,” Fen said. “Be ye wary, mermaids mean a trip to Davy Jones’ Locker.”
“Aye, mermaids be the death of many of men,” Stede said. “Cap, the ship is flagging us.”
“Captain, the front guns are ready to go whenever you are,” Teague yelled up at him.
Teague was his quartermaster and right hand man. The peg leg didn’t slow Teague down. The man was fierce in battle and the one man Destan trusted with his life.
“We’ll fire once we’re closer,” Destan called back. “Red, man the helm.”
“Aye, Cap,” Red said as he grabbed the wheel.
“Cap, we’re entering the Isle of Siren,” Bartholomew said.
“Siren Shores tis but a myth,” Boosa yelled. “Ye, yella be showing.”
“It’s no myth,” Killian said as he shoved Boosa to the side. “I hear tell of the lasses beauty.”
“No lass there mate,” Kidd yelled. “They be demons.”
“Demons?” Bartholomew asked.
“Mermaids, boy,” Fen said. “Be ye wary, mermaids mean a trip to Davy Jones’ Locker.”
“Aye, mermaids be the death of many of men,” Stede said. “Cap, the ship is flagging us.”
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