Seawrack: Chapter Seven, Part One

Seawrack: Chapter Seven, Part One

As the mission concludes, Berylla is approached by someone new.

The captain of the Maggie had kept the ships moving all night long, but even so, the sun was still high when they finally made port. The slavers’ nameless vessel was in better condition than the Maggie, of course, but with only a skeleton crew manning her, it was best that she simply follow the smaller ship. The folks aboard the captured ship had rounded up all the chains and manacles on board,…

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Seawrack: Chapter Seven, Part Three

It is time to leave Sudhaven...

The moment Berylla was out of sight, Tahn turned to Yashta. “She’s going to fit in just fine.” “Perhaps.” Yashta tapped her lips, thoughtful. “She will have a great deal to get used to. We haven’t had new applicants for over a year.” “Ah, not quite.” Tahn’s smile was smug. Yashta glanced at him, then looked again. “What? You have had word from Lady Miruna?” “I spoke to her while you and the…

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Seawrack: Chapter Three, Part Three

Seawrack: Chapter Three, Part Three

Plates clattering woke her a little after dawn. Berylla stretched, and got out of bed, carelessly tossing the blanket back over the mattress without worrying much about making the bed neatly. She padded out into the central room, and immediately was greeted with the pungent smell of Gus’s pipe. She coughed a bit and opened the window, as the old man laughed at her, just like always. Gus was…

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Seawrack: Chapter Five, Part Three

As our chapter comes to a close, Yashta is now very tired - not that she plans to admit it!

“Feeling a bit recovered, my heart?” Yashta nodded. “Yes. Thank you for looking after me, my friend.” Tahn smiled, and his tail waved gently. “I did get to see Rabbit’s young lady, by the by.” “Did you now.” Yashta cocked her head at him, sea-green eyes slightly narrowed. “And your assessment?” “He’s obviously never seen her fight, in person,” Tahn answered, “or he would have been a bit more…

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In the Garden: Poetry

A piece of original poetry for you all this morning!

Winter Morning Chill air with frigid fingers Brushes my neck; Sharp scent of wood smoke Teases my nose. The grass is frosted: Silver tissue over emeralds. The stillness of the icy world Just before dawn: A hush as fragile as a snowflake, Patterned by birds awakening. The feral mist runs away As the tranquil sun tiptoes over the trees And peeks over them to break the dawn silence A…

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Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part Three

Seawrack: Chapter Four, Part Three

Captain Owain waved Berylla forward. “Clear our path, lass. We’ll be on your heels.” His voice was quiet, but the confidence in his tone was clear. The red-haired warrior nodded once. She charged forward, and within seconds the rest heard the hair-raising screech the Madmen used as their battle-cry. The fighters poured into the tunnel, pike men in the lead, adding their voices to the…

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