Patriot (A Jack Sigler Continuum Novella) by Jeremy Robinson

Author:Jeremy Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, action, pirates, voodoo, fountain of youth
Publisher: Breakneck Media

King sat back in the bunk with a sigh. He’d commandeered the captain’s personal quarters. Had helped himself to the water basin to wash himself off as best he could, then shaved. He had finally begun to feel a modicum of himself again, except for the slight thumping of his heart against his chest.

He hadn’t expected the hunting party. Hadn’t called them. Hadn’t planned on any of Captain Reardon’s crew being molested by them, while he had any say in the matter. Yet, against his wishes, they’d slipped on board and were now responsible for the death of an innocent man. For the first time since his awakening, he feared for his crew. What had the century without his guidance done to them? What had they fed on? Did they starve while they awaited his return, and now, famished, were they unable to repress their baser instincts?

If that was the case, this expedition—on their fool’s errand—was doomed. Unless he could find a mutually beneficial means of dealing with the problem. But he wouldn’t know that until he had a chance to reunite with the Presley’s Hound and see his crew’s state of mind firsthand.

So that’s what you’ll do then. Tomorrow, at day break, you’ll take a little swim over to the Hound and see for yourself.

There was a tap at his door, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Monsieur Lanme Wa?” The voice behind the door was Asherah’s. “May I come in?”

King restrained himself from growling irritably, and opted to roll his eyes instead before answering. “You may.”

The door cracked open, and Asherah’s large green eyes peeked around the corner at him. Trepidation and humility radiated from them. King felt the Creole woman was quite the actress.

“Lanme Wa, I’ve come to offer you my most sincere apologies.” He waved her further inside, and she complied, closing the door behind her. From the oil lamp burning in the corner of the room, he could make out her firm, slender form underneath the cotton fabric of her dress. Sweat glistened off her bare shoulders, and ran down her neck toward the valley of her two breasts. When he looked up into her eyes, he caught the briefest of smiles on her face. She’d caught him noticing, and obviously enjoyed it. “I be truly sorry. I’ve done dishonored both you and my grandmamma. But when dey came to da island, I didn’t know what to do. Dere were so many of ’em. Wit’ guns. Dey were goin’ to take you, whether I liked it or not, so I made dem take me along. To protect you how I could.” She moved over to the bunk in which he was lounging, leaned forward and gently traced her fingertips across his bare chest. Her eyes stared into his with a lustful hunger. “I’m here for you. Your servant.”

Faster than humanly possible, his right hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist, and he shoved her away in disgust.

“Don’t mistake me for a fool, witch.” He sat up, whipping his legs over the edge of the bed, and planting his feet on the floor.

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