Ebba-Viva Fairisles: Immortal Plunder (Pirates of Felicity Book 1) by St Clare Kelly

Author:St Clare, Kelly
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

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“The dolphins say the storm will be hittin’ in an hour, Stubs. Will we make it?” Grubby asked, standing slowly after climbing the rope. He’d been swimming again.

Ebba’s brows lifted. Grubby was making comments like that more and more lately. After Barrels questioned what he meant without success, the crew had decided to do their best to accept the harmless statements. Especially since the comments were proving entirely accurate.

A wall of torrential rain fell in the distance, and they were sailing straight at it. Combined with the rolling waves that began an hour ago, the storm promised to be a large one—not the ‘dump your water and move on’ type of tropical weather Ebba preferred.

“Guess we’ll wait and see,” was Stubby’s neutral reply.

Cosmo joined her at the bulwark, a little green around the gills. His appearance was a far cry from the first time they’d met. He wore an old, yellowed set of slops and shirt from their spare clothing chest. He’d put his buckled shoes back on, and his doublet.

Despite his changed appearance, he stood erect, both hands clasped behind his back as though about to conduct a lesson, or inspect the seaworthiness of their ship.

“We need to get ye a golden hoop,” Ebba declared.

He darted his eyes to her earring before hastily glancing over his shoulder at her fathers.

“They won’t hurt ye. If they wanted to do that, ye’d be back on Neos, bein’ roasted over a fire for the tribespeople’s meal.” She cut off when Cosmo’s green color deepened—his sea sickness clashed horribly with his russet hair.

Cosmo squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply. “What does the golden hoop do?” he forced between clamped lips.

Ebba flicked her own earring, making it ping. “Helps with the sea chunders, o’ course. And makes ye see better,” she added.

She turned and leaned her back against the ship side, tilting her head to peer up the mast.

“Seriously?”

She met Cosmo’s eyes. “Huh? Oh, the eyesight? Aye, it helps. Why d’ye think so many pirates have them?”

Barrels teetered past, lashing down the crates, ropes, and buckets on deck. No good to have those flying around in a storm.

“Pirates have many suspicions and theories, Cosmo,” Barrels said. “I’m not certain the majority of them are accurate or based in science. Whatsoever.”

Cosmo smiled tentatively at Barrels.

“Methinks ye’ve been with us long enough to have learnt all our suspicions be true,” Plank called over the gusts from where he furled the topsail with Grubby’s help.

“Ye know people from Exosia can only be believin’ what they see, Plank,” Ebba replied.

Barrels laughed lightly and sent Cosmo a pointed look.

“What you said the other day,” the servant said after Barrels moved away.

Ebba peered up at the taller man. “Mmm?”

“About the birds and the prince’s soul. . . .” he supplied.

“What o’ it?”

A shadow passed over his smooth face. “Thank you, Mistress Fairisles,” he said shortly.

Ebba smiled at him, unsure what to say in reply. She inhaled the scent of damp rain instead. Grubby was right again, or the dolphins perhaps—the storm was coming at them fast.

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