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- Tue, 20:44: State of the sooky http://t.co/NYotn4xb
Sep. 19th, 2012
Yarrr.
I be one sickly captain, so there be no revelries among the Sparrow crew on this, our personal holiday.
So, I be giving ye a taste of my next pirate novel: Privateer Plundered
This be work safe.
Adlai smoothed his best waistcoat and checked his reflection in the pier glass. He clutched the leather pouch and the signed papers like a lifeline. Collins' hand on his shoulder steadied him and he reached for the door handle.
"I love you," Collins whispered. "Go in there and be amazing."
Adlai swallowed and pushed open the door of the gambling parlor.
Young Pennyfeather sat at the whist table, a sour look on his pallid face as he tossed in his hand. "We didn't order food, boy," he snapped at Adlai and shuffled the deck of cards.
"Nigel Pennyfeather, I've come to collect on your debts."
The young man, surely no older than Adlai's own twenty four years, just laughed. It died in his throat at the hard looks on the faces of the other white men. Adlai knew he owed all of them money as well.
He turned to the card players. "I will buy any of his markers for honest cash, but at only half the face value." Collins stepped up and set a bag of silver on the table. Adlai opened it and showed them the coins. In ten minutes, he held another thousand pounds of Pennyfeather's debts.
"I am Adlai Goodman, son of Elijah Goodman, Master of Breakfront Plantation. I hold twenty-seven thousand, five hundred and thirty-two pounds of your debt, Master Pennyfeather. If you cannot pay in full, I will take the deed to Breakfront in lieu."
"Take it and be damned," Pennyfeather snarled, tossing it on the table. “The place is an albatross. I haven't had a minute's luck since I bought it.” Adlai handed over the sheaf of signed debt sales. Pennyfeather read them one by one and burnt them in the candleflames.
Adlai hid his elation. He bowed to the gentlemen and to Pennyfeather. “A pleasure doing business with you. May your luck improve now that it is gone.” Before anyone could take exception, he and Collins left, the moneybag much lighter, but Adlai's inheritance back in his hands.
I be one sickly captain, so there be no revelries among the Sparrow crew on this, our personal holiday.
So, I be giving ye a taste of my next pirate novel: Privateer Plundered
This be work safe.
Adlai smoothed his best waistcoat and checked his reflection in the pier glass. He clutched the leather pouch and the signed papers like a lifeline. Collins' hand on his shoulder steadied him and he reached for the door handle.
"I love you," Collins whispered. "Go in there and be amazing."
Adlai swallowed and pushed open the door of the gambling parlor.
Young Pennyfeather sat at the whist table, a sour look on his pallid face as he tossed in his hand. "We didn't order food, boy," he snapped at Adlai and shuffled the deck of cards.
"Nigel Pennyfeather, I've come to collect on your debts."
The young man, surely no older than Adlai's own twenty four years, just laughed. It died in his throat at the hard looks on the faces of the other white men. Adlai knew he owed all of them money as well.
He turned to the card players. "I will buy any of his markers for honest cash, but at only half the face value." Collins stepped up and set a bag of silver on the table. Adlai opened it and showed them the coins. In ten minutes, he held another thousand pounds of Pennyfeather's debts.
"I am Adlai Goodman, son of Elijah Goodman, Master of Breakfront Plantation. I hold twenty-seven thousand, five hundred and thirty-two pounds of your debt, Master Pennyfeather. If you cannot pay in full, I will take the deed to Breakfront in lieu."
"Take it and be damned," Pennyfeather snarled, tossing it on the table. “The place is an albatross. I haven't had a minute's luck since I bought it.” Adlai handed over the sheaf of signed debt sales. Pennyfeather read them one by one and burnt them in the candleflames.
Adlai hid his elation. He bowed to the gentlemen and to Pennyfeather. “A pleasure doing business with you. May your luck improve now that it is gone.” Before anyone could take exception, he and Collins left, the moneybag much lighter, but Adlai's inheritance back in his hands.
Sexy pirates
Sep. 19th, 2012 05:27 pmNathaniel Collins and his beloved Adlai Goodman are sailing again.
This is the sexy bit.
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This is the sexy bit.
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State of the Sooky
Sep. 19th, 2012 06:41 pmWriting: none Daily Words: 0 Monthly word total: 7290
Editing: finished Cha 4 of Privateer Plundered
Reading: none
Workout: none
Flying: swished and swiped
Crafting: candy corn magnets
Media: none
Business: none
I kind of came home and collapsed until time to make dinner. Now I'm going to go back to bed. Between my work hours and my cold, I'm knackered.
Editing: finished Cha 4 of Privateer Plundered
Reading: none
Workout: none
Flying: swished and swiped
Crafting: candy corn magnets
Media: none
Business: none
I kind of came home and collapsed until time to make dinner. Now I'm going to go back to bed. Between my work hours and my cold, I'm knackered.