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The Dangerous Legacy
A Pirate’s Calling Book 1
by Darren Simon
Genre: YA Historical Fantasy
Thin, pale, awkward, bullied, Sam Every is a thirteen-year-old who finds
comfort among his friends and his days at the beach. The ocean
beckons to him. It is where he feels safest. Fitting in no longer
matters when he is near the Pacific’s rolling waves. Gazing toward
the endless blue where it touches the horizon, he imagines the ports
he might someday reach and ponders his future.
Little does he know an apparition—a hauntingly beautiful girl from the
sea—will lead him farther from his home than he could ever dream,
for destiny has given him a dangerous legacy
sea—will lead him farther from his home than he could ever dream,
for destiny has given him a dangerous legacy
Deadly Waters
A Pirate’s Calling Book 2
Thirteen-
year-old Sam Every has traveled back in time to the Golden Age of Piracy toface Captain Jem Slayer, master of the dark arts. Deceived into
handing Slayer the ultimate weapon, the Sword of Zel-Kar, Sam has
lost his hands, sliced off in his first clash with the evil pirate.
year-old Sam Every has traveled back in time to the Golden Age of Piracy toface Captain Jem Slayer, master of the dark arts. Deceived into
handing Slayer the ultimate weapon, the Sword of Zel-Kar, Sam has
lost his hands, sliced off in his first clash with the evil pirate.
But all is not lost.
Sam’s friends have found their way back in time, and with the help of the
pirate hunter, Benjamin Hornigold, have rescued him from the island
where Slayer marooned him. Now, aided by a new band of rogues and a
mystery friend, Sam must rise above his injuries and find the
strength to again face Slayer before it is too late—before the
future is forever shattered.
pirate hunter, Benjamin Hornigold, have rescued him from the island
where Slayer marooned him. Now, aided by a new band of rogues and a
mystery friend, Sam must rise above his injuries and find the
strength to again face Slayer before it is too late—before the
future is forever shattered.
Darren Simon is a former longtime newspaper journalist who now works
in
government affairs on California water issues and teaches college
English. In his spare time, he is a freelance magazine writer.
Guardian’s Nightmare is his first novel. The second book in the
series is also under contract with Divertir Publishing. He resides in
California’s desert southwest with his wife, two sons and two crazy dogs.
The Dangerous Legacy
Thunder erupted again in the distance. The splash of a second cannonball,
closer than the first, rocked The Mutineer. But had the cannon fire come from
Fog Island or another vessel? “Who’s after us?” Sam shouted.
The man who had saved them sprinted to the tiller to take control of the sloop
before he bothered to answer Sam’s question. He pulled sharply on the tiller.
The sloop lurched to the right until the deck nearly touched water. Sam fell
and rolled against a crate. Seawater spilled into the boat and drenched him.
His back tingled again.
The burning blade! Did it call to him? If so, he ignored it. A fire sword
magically embedded in his back would not stop The Mutineer from capsizing,
which the boat was about to do. It didn’t. Instead, the sloop’s speed doubled
as the man brought the craft in line with a stronger windstream.
“Look!” the man pointed to the right of The Mutineer. Sam, now back on his
feet, stared in the direction he pointed. Through the darkness was the outline
of a large craft three stories high. “The way I see it,” the man shouted over the
crash of water against his ship’s hull, “if Maximilian Black is after you, you
must have angered Captain Jem Slayer. Slayer is a bloodthirsty pirate with his
own fleet and enough wealth to command an army of pirates; and Black is
Slayer’s right hand.”
Sam held onto the railing for balance and inched closer to Sarah. She
watched the mystery man from the side as if… as if she doesn’t want to make
eye contact. Maybe she doesn’t trust him as much as she said. Maybe she
senses something.
Sarah grasped his hand and gently squeezed.
He nodded to her. “It’s going to be all right,” he lied.
The man continued to shout his explanation. “Since Black failed, I assume
Slayer has sent a warship to do what Black could not. Kill you!” He looked at
the sails of his sloop. “Hang on, young ones! We are going to race the wind!”
One more explosion cut through the night. A cannonball screamed as it
hurtled toward them. “No!” Sam mouthed moments before the cannonball
splashed into the sea yards from the hull. Water sprayed onto the deck.“Ha, you bloody heathens! You shall not catch The Mutineer tonight!” The
man held the tiller with one hand and shook a fist with the other.
As they pushed farther out to sea, the moon emerged from behind a cloud
and revealed the pursuing ship. The glow showed a vessel with three masts
topped with squared sails.
Two rows of dark squares dotted the length of her hull— gunports. So this is
what a warship looks like. We’re dead. A cloud began to eclipse the moon, but
before it did, Sam saw the mark emblazoned on the flag that soared above
the ship— a skull and bones. “Pirates!”
Thunder erupted again in the distance. The splash of a second cannonball,
closer than the first, rocked The Mutineer. But had the cannon fire come from
Fog Island or another vessel? “Who’s after us?” Sam shouted.
The man who had saved them sprinted to the tiller to take control of the sloop
before he bothered to answer Sam’s question. He pulled sharply on the tiller.
The sloop lurched to the right until the deck nearly touched water. Sam fell
and rolled against a crate. Seawater spilled into the boat and drenched him.
His back tingled again.
The burning blade! Did it call to him? If so, he ignored it. A fire sword
magically embedded in his back would not stop The Mutineer from capsizing,
which the boat was about to do. It didn’t. Instead, the sloop’s speed doubled
as the man brought the craft in line with a stronger windstream.
“Look!” the man pointed to the right of The Mutineer. Sam, now back on his
feet, stared in the direction he pointed. Through the darkness was the outline
of a large craft three stories high. “The way I see it,” the man shouted over the
crash of water against his ship’s hull, “if Maximilian Black is after you, you
must have angered Captain Jem Slayer. Slayer is a bloodthirsty pirate with his
own fleet and enough wealth to command an army of pirates; and Black is
Slayer’s right hand.”
Sam held onto the railing for balance and inched closer to Sarah. She
watched the mystery man from the side as if… as if she doesn’t want to make
eye contact. Maybe she doesn’t trust him as much as she said. Maybe she
senses something.
Sarah grasped his hand and gently squeezed.
He nodded to her. “It’s going to be all right,” he lied.
The man continued to shout his explanation. “Since Black failed, I assume
Slayer has sent a warship to do what Black could not. Kill you!” He looked at
the sails of his sloop. “Hang on, young ones! We are going to race the wind!”
One more explosion cut through the night. A cannonball screamed as it
hurtled toward them. “No!” Sam mouthed moments before the cannonball
splashed into the sea yards from the hull. Water sprayed onto the deck.“Ha, you bloody heathens! You shall not catch The Mutineer tonight!” The
man held the tiller with one hand and shook a fist with the other.
As they pushed farther out to sea, the moon emerged from behind a cloud
and revealed the pursuing ship. The glow showed a vessel with three masts
topped with squared sails.
Two rows of dark squares dotted the length of her hull— gunports. So this is
what a warship looks like. We’re dead. A cloud began to eclipse the moon, but
before it did, Sam saw the mark emblazoned on the flag that soared above
the ship— a skull and bones. “Pirates!”
