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A Halfway Point Treat

As we reach the halfway point in our Kickstarter, I want to send my congratulations to the Pangea II Kickstarter crowd for successfully funding this evening! Congratulations for all your hard work and can’t wait to see the anthology!

You all seemed to enjoy the snippet from Skin the Cat, so I thought I’d follow it up with a short cut from the opening to Shades of Blue, the third story in the collection. Shades of Blue is the first story I wrote that mashed two legends together and I hope you’ll enjoy this sample.

Our protagonist has been hired to escort a young woman to meet her future husband, but the ship she’s sailing on has just entered the harbor under full sail and has plowed into the nearby docks…
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I rushed through the field of debris onto the wreck of the ship. Even among the wreckage, the absence of the crew was noticeable. Many of the deck hands could have been thrown overboard due to the violence of the wreck, but there should have been bodies among the fallen spars and torn canvas. There was nothing.

If Lady Daphne was still on board, her cabin should be near the captain’s. I rushed to the quarterdeck to check below. As soon as I opened the door, the smell of death assaulted my nostrils — not the smell of newly dead, but the stench of unfortunates who’d been exposed to the elements for some time. It was a smell not easily forgotten. I suspected what might have been the fate of the Alexander, but my first and only duty was to try and find my passenger. If I could at least report what happened to Lady Daphne, I might salvage something from my commission.

Hard-hearted? Perhaps, but I can’t prevent a pirate attack that happens before I spot the ship. Mourning people who died long before I found them doesn’t make them less dead or put gold in my pocket.

I checked the captain’s quarters first. After lighting one of the surviving lanterns, I found his body lying face down on the floor with his arms outstretched toward the door. I rolled him over onto his back and immediately wished I’d left him alone. I recoiled at the expression of sheer terror on his face, but as I searched his body, I found no obvious wounds. The only explanation I could come up with was he had literally been frightened to death. That made the scene even more macabre. The scars on his face and obvious callousing on his hands showed he was no stranger to fighting. Whatever could scare a man like that to death was something I never wanted to meet.
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For the rest of the snippet, please check out Update #5 at the For a Few Gold Pieces More Kickstarter page.

Originally published at Richard C. White. Please leave any comments there.

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