His appearance caused the men to scatter while his frown had them cowering in the bilge.
He stormed now onto the middle of the deck sending the seagulls screaming into the air. This man was so wicked that the mere reference to him caused the afternoon light to dim, the wind to blow more urgently, the men to wake mid snooze, the tea to jump out of the cup … Where were we?Īh, yes, the captain of the ship, the head pirate, the Black bloody Rover, whose name was enough to frighten the children of the world into behaving, was the owner of this piratical schooner called The Desperate Lark and the leader of these dim muscled men.
If it is not, then it should be because it perfectly described the tall, muscular, grey eyed man with his long silver streaked black hair and cruel mouth.
Oh, how they tried to be more devilish than the devil himself.Īnd one of them came close to being the devilishest … if that is a word. In fact, they couldn’t be more piratical if they tried. The whole blasted lot of them were pirates. Yes, sir, they were murderous, unscrupulous adventurers and stinking water rats. Now, this schooner was no ordinary schooner (as you might have guessed from the hint above referring to missing limbs and such) but a piratical schooner, and the gentlemen were not really gentlemen but looters, marauders and plunderers. The sun beamed down on the deck where gentlemen with missing toes, feet, teeth or hands lay draped around the schooner attempting to snooze away the day. It was mid-afternoon, the water was unruffled and crystal clear, while the sky above had sent its grey clouds to London. In the latter part of March of the year seventeen hundred and something, a large schooner rested on calm blue waters off the coast of England. John, I can't believe that even after all these years, we are still not sick of each other. Thank you, Anne, for your invaluable help.
Thank you, Magda, for the beautiful cover.
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