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Blood and gold caribbean cannons
Blood and gold caribbean cannons









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For I’ll tell you true, His Majesty’s Royal Navy isn’t fair to buy your freedom.” Sweat dripped down the tankards on the table like it did down John’s face. “A bold mage, if that be true, but John Brennan be in Havana waiting on the unlikely event of the Admiralty deciding to pay his ransom.” “Heh,” Bones snorted, unimpressed by the introduction. “I’m John Brennan,” John said, “and you don’t profit from my death.” He added, “Not the way you could from my life.” Bones gave her a sour look, dug another bracelet from his pocket, flipped it onto the table and drove the knife through it into the table again.

blood and gold caribbean cannons

One of the women snatched the bracelet with a cry of triumph. “Who are you, and why shouldn’t I kill you?” Bones said, pulling out the knife and waving it at John. The women shrieked at his appearance, but Bones merely curled his lip. The women sank back with sounds of disappointment. Before any could move, he drove the knife back through the bracelet. The women leaned forward, hands twitching. He wore his reputation like a second skin.īones pulled the knife from the table.

blood and gold caribbean cannons

A silver skull earring, its eyes glowing red, dangled from one ear. Veins crossed his pocked and ruddy cheeks like rivers on a map. A half-dozen women huddled against him, staring at a knife driven through a golden bracelet into the tabletop.īones had coarse black hair-long and wild, growing from both scalp and chin. He sat under the canvas, a dozen tankards on the table before him. The heat didn’t seem to bother Captain Bones. The crew of the Blood ‘n Bones lounged among the trees, surrounded by the tools of their trade: knives, guns, rum, gold, captive women, and more rum. He had a proposition to make, and that seemed the most likely place to find Captain Bones. He passed the remnants of a great bonfire several men lay baking in the sun, surrounded by empty bottles, still unconscious from last night’s revelry.Īhead, canvas stretched high between palm trees. The sand squeaked under his feet as he strode forward. John drew his spell of invisibility more tightly around him. John could little ignore the fact that this had been done not by the man’s enemies, but by his friends. It was a patchwork man, sun-browned on his face and hands, white where his clothes had been torn away, and pink where fish had nibbled his flesh. Fortunately it was not his death, but a pirate’s. John Brennan had faced death many times, but never so early in the morning. In a desperate gamble, John Brennan, a sorcerer of the high seas, has joined up with the notorious Captain Bones, pirate scourge of the Caribbean, all for the sake of one priceless prize transported aboard a Spanish ship guarded by gun and magic!











Blood and gold caribbean cannons