Sunday six

May. 8th, 2022 11:32 am
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
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Six sentences (more than that really, but some of them are short!) from my work in progress. Our Flag Means Death; Ed meets someone in a bar.

A man sat down in the empty seat across from Ed and said, "You're Blackbeard."

"So I'm told." Ed put a hand on his pistol. The Spanish were offering 500 gold for him now; not much considering their fleets of treasure ships, but enough to tempt anyone in the Republic of Pirates. The man's eyes flickered at the movement, but his hands stayed on the table where Ed could see them.

He was on the small side of middle-sized, the wiry side of thin, the middle-aged side of not exactly young anymore. Dark hair, dark eyes, small dark beard with a few gray hairs. Not Ed's favorite type, but then, if he wasn't paying for it--and this approach didn't quite seem like that--he wasn't going to be picky. "Business or pleasure?"

The corners of the man's mouth tightened. "Business. My name's Izzy Hands. First mate on the Scotland's Hope"



Hope you all feel sufficiently teased now! The story is just over 6000 words so far and nowhere near the end.

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