Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five |Chapter Six Celia had already prepared for this. “Captain Merrick. I have proven to be an asset to your ship in many ways. I have trained Ian on knots, worked without complaint, and stayed out of your way. If the other … Continue reading Chapter Seven
Category: An Emerald in the Sand
Chapter Six
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five Merrick was waiting. Avery handed him his sword and murmured some words. He regarded her while the crew stood at the railings. “We will fight until the other is unarmed. Then the match is over. No death blows. I’ve agreed to … Continue reading Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four “Are you saying Ala Qitar is doing this? We are in peace with them. They would never. We trade easily with them, there is no need to steal weapons, they have plenty already!” Merrick leaned on the back legs of his chair and placed … Continue reading Chapter Five
Chapter Four
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three “Yes, Captain. Please lead the way.” If he was waiting for a reaction from her similar to last night, he’d be there a while. Merrick was surprised by her again. She fainted like a damsel yesterday but now stood straight and didn’t take the bait. Her hair … Continue reading Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter One | Chapter Two “Celia. I will tell you this once. I want information and you have it. If Avery or the other crew finds out who you are related to, you will be killed. Do you understand me? We know very well who your father is. You will be useful to me or … Continue reading Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is my first and I would love to hear comments on how I can improve it, what you hope to see happen, what you didn't like. Please let me know how I'm doing! ---- “Follow me.” Merrick’s tone was clear. This was not a request, but a command. He … Continue reading Chapter Two
Chapter One
The gentle rocking of the fishing ship did not bother Celia. If anything, it loosened her up. The swaying brought back memories of her childhood and she adjusted her weight automatically to compensate for the back and forth motions. She was born an aristocrat of Minkerra, but instead of high tea with debutantes … Continue reading Chapter One
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