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Other Oceans: Book Two of the Hook & Jill Saga

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Other Oceans: Book Two of the
Hook & Jill
Saga

Copyright © 2012 by Andrea Jones

 

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Acclaim for the
Hook & Jill
Saga


Hook & Jill
is a masterwork of enduring power.”

—Satyros Phil Brucato, BBI Media

“…unrelenting poetic beauty.…Read it, and let yourself be swept away to Neverland.”

—Sylvia Shults, author of Price of Admission

“Andrea Jones is a masterful storyteller, weaving a compelling tale.…You will be shocked. You will be thrilled. Whatever the outcome, you will be entertained.”

—Bismarck Tribune


Hook & Jill
is a fine spin on the classic, and very much recommended.”

—Midwest Book Review

“Jones has created a fantastic companion piece to Sir J.M. Barrie’s
Peter & Wendy.
She reenters the Neverland, quite obviously knowing her way around.…Every twist and surprise is balanced by an exceptional use of the original.”

—Peter Von Brown, author of Peter Pan’s Neverworld

“Jill is most definitely a pirate lass worth reading about.”

—Pirates Magazine

 

 

 

The
Hook & Jill
Saga
by Andrea Jones:

 

Book One
Hook & Jill

 

Book Two
Other Oceans

 

 

 

For pirate lasses…
part heaven, part heathen.

 

 

Chapter 1
A Disappointment

 

A
fter all his worries to the contrary, she was easy to find.

She was burning.

The smoke wrapped around the ship like a shroud, visible for miles. The stench of it crept across the waves. To LeCorbeau’s beaky nose it stank worse than death. It reeked of missed opportunity.

He cursed. Some pirate had gotten to her first!

“Raise the colors! Our own French flag! We will come to her, eh…aid.” He dropped his voice. “Maybe there is
something
left.” He cursed again, and paced in his small, quick steps, his hands locked together behind him. He eyed the smoke furling and unfurling like sails in the rigging. His own agile ship, the privateer
L’Ormonde
, glided closer.

“Renaud, the spyglass!”

Renaud, a model of his captain’s taste, more slim than tall, hastened to his master’s side to hand the instrument over. LeCorbeau yanked the spyglass from his mate, jerked it to its full length, and raised it to a beady eye. He made out men rushing about topside. The ship was burning, but only above. The deck and hull were untouched. Not a wisp of smoke bellied up from below decks.

She was still seaworthy. LeCorbeau searched for the name to be sure. It was painted on the bulky bow:
Julianne
. She bobbed on the brine, her hold obviously empty. Slowly, he lowered the spyglass. Squinting now, Captain LeCorbeau formed a suspicion in his mind. It wasn’t difficult; he was a suspicious man.

He spoke under his breath. “Who would attack her, and take such care to leave her floating?” Which scavenger of the sea would ensure that her crew lived to tell his story? “There is only one so arrogant.” LeCorbeau was too familiar with his methods. Only one captain was so self-assured. One pirate! LeCorbeau’s lip curled.

“Hook!”

He spat. Renaud hunched over and grasped the spyglass as it slammed into his skinny belly. His cocky captain stamped his foot while the first mate refilled his lungs and lifted the glass to scan the horizon. Renaud had an ache in his gut, and it wasn’t from the impact of the spyglass.


Monsieur
, can your friend have survived this attack?” But he fell silent as he surveyed the
Julianne
and he, too, recognized the wreckage left by the legendary pirate. Knowing the tantrum that was building, Renaud backed to a prudent distance, but he didn’t dare desert the deck. LeCorbeau rounded on him.

“We shall soon see if he is alive! Tell the men to stow their weapons. She’s an English merchantman, but we will approach as friends.”

“Oui, Commandant!”
Renaud hustled off, glad to escape. He adjusted his uniform and set about making the ship and her crew look respectable. If anything was left to salvage aboard the
Julianne
, they’d have to get it by guile. Hook’s pirates would have taken everything in plain sight.

As the ship neared its wounded sister, the stink of burning canvas thickened, assaulting the nostrils of her crew. Cries of alarm reached their ears, and panic pounded the merchant’s deck.
L’Ormonde
’s sailors assembled along her elegant rail, grimacing. Fire was one enemy they were loathe to face. It could eat the boards out from under their feet and leave the sailors alive to be eaten themselves, by fish or by flame. But they had faith in their captain. He was like a rooster, strutting and pecking, but he knew the sea, and he knew his job. It was rare that his temper or his taste got in the way of business.

Their faith was well placed. The distress of the English ship made little impression on Captain LeCorbeau. With a wave of his hand, he slowed
L’Ormonde
’s progress until he was sure no sparks would jump from the flaming sails to his own. He watched the
Julianne
’s crew chopping the masts like trees, then shoving them overboard to hiss and steam in the sea. Her captain shouted orders and her sailors let down buckets to dip in the water. They hauled them up, thumping against the hull, and sloshed seawater over the deck, dousing renegade embers.

Only when the mopping up began did the French privateer allow his vessel to drift close. Then he cupped his shapely hands and shouted in English through a heavy accent and his most heroic tone, “Ahoy!
Mes amis!
We have come to assist you! Let us board, and we will see to your needs.”

The English captain lifted his weary gray head, and shrugged. He’d lost his hat. His hair was thin, but wrinkles lay thick on his brow. His uniform was tattered and smudged with ash. He called back, his voice slumping like his shoulders. “We have nothing left to lose. You are welcome to board, Sir, if your intention is to help us.” He signaled, and as
L’Ormonde
’s deck hands grappled the
Julianne
, his men brought out planking to bridge the ships. Dispirited, they stood back and watched as the French captain in his well-cut coat promenaded across with a party of officers. The group of privateers carried few visible weapons, but after losing masts and sails, cargo and personnel, the crew of the crippled vessel didn’t care either way. They were dead in the water. It would be a long row to the nearest land.

The
Julianne
’s commander welcomed this set of boarders very differently from the first. Swords and pistols not stolen were set aside now. The watchdog cannons sat silent, unable to bark without ammunition. Looking as empty as his ship, the old man extended his hand, and his voice was hoarse and tired. “I am Captain Whyte. You are well met, Sir.”

“DéDé LeCorbeau, Captain of
L’Ormonde
.” Seeping solicitude, LeCorbeau kept Captain Whyte’s hand in his own. “What do you require?”

“We’ll need water, of course. A few of the lads lost their heads when the pumps failed, and our supply has gone in fighting the blaze. And have you a surgeon aboard? Some of my men are wounded.”

LeCorbeau dropped Whyte’s hand, taken aback. “Eh— yes…water, of course, naturally…but— surely you have a surgeon of your own?”

“We
had
a surgeon.”

The French captain tensed. “You mean to say he was murdered?”

Whyte released a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry to report that he was taken by the pirates who left us burning. Very fortunate for us that the fire was limited to the rigging!”

The privateer’s face twisted. “Very fortunate. But your doctor?”

“Dragged away. Most irregular! I expect to lose cargo to such scum, but not my officers.”

LeCorbeau pivoted toward his mate. “Renaud!” He shouted orders to disguise his shock. His face was ashen, but his anger soon erupted. “Don’t just stand there, idiot! You heard the gentleman! Send for water for our friends, and also…” Closing his eyes, LeCorbeau paused to force his features under control. He turned to Whyte and bowed, the image of courtesy. “You shall have better than that. We will also provide you with a cask or two of wine. We must revive the sagging spirits of your crew.” Restraining Renaud, he waved his second officer away instead. “Go, Guillaume! Quickly! And bring medical supplies as well.”

“Really, you are most kind. Yes, we could use some cheer just now. We’re all rather parched. Please, come to my quarters, Sir, while your officers and mine inspect the damage and do what they can.”

LeCorbeau had mastered his emotion. He was already adjusting his original scheme to straighten this nasty turn. As he flourished his hands in gestures of sympathy, the lace cuffs flounced at his wrists. “
Oui
, by all means! You must tell me about this most terrible experience with these pirates.” He shot more orders to his men, quick but emphatic. “Search the ship for wounded. No one must be left suffering! Check every deck, every hiding place.”

His officers understood. Fixed on their purpose, they stepped along the wet, salty deck toward the hatch while the disordered crew of the
Julianne
made way. Under the guise of rescuers,
L’Ormonde
’s men would be thorough while the captains were closeted together. Nothing of value would be left behind on this ship. The privateers smirked as their esteem for their quirky captain rose again. Hook and his pirates would steal the blame along with the booty!

“And Renaud—”

Renaud halted to stand at attention.

“You will personally visit the doctor’s quarters. Look there for anything the injured might need.” LeCorbeau leveled a stare at his mate. “You know what we are looking for.”

Renaud bobbed his head, a glint in his eye.
“Oui, Commandant!”
He hurried below, his boots tapping on the stairs.

LeCorbeau supported Captain Whyte as the man turned his dragging steps toward his cabin. The privateer clucked and fussed over him. “Allow me to help you, Sir. Such a horrid state of affairs!”

Dazed and puzzled, the Englishman pondered the problem. “I can’t think why they’d take my surgeon. He seems a man of good character, a modest man. He’d no wealth to sue for ransom. None, at least, of which I am aware.”

“Eh, who can understand these buccaneers? It is the mission of my government to wipe them out.”

“Now that I think of it, I really don’t know much about our doctor, after all. Very close-mouthed. Foreigner. He seems to have no family, except for his daughter. I do hope she is safe. I must send a man to her quarters to see about her.” He shook his head. “Poor girl!”

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