Chapter Fifty-Two, The Man Called Guerin Spranger, by Corso

Rouen… ‘Who is this man, Guerin Spranger? Do you or Lucien know of him?’ ‘And if we did?’ Captain Peter Eastman raises a questioning brow to the man beside him.  Gérard Leroy is a wealthy successful merchant in Rouen, a restless man constantly seeking investment opportunities.  Peter Eastman and Lucien Grimaud are known to be … Continue reading Chapter Fifty-Two, The Man Called Guerin Spranger, by Corso

Chapter Fifty-One: Vanishing Act in Seven (Easy) Steps, by Mordaunt

Step One: Learn from the best “I assume that you know all,” Aramis begins.   “Enough to be abhorred that an innocent man finds himself imprisoned,” Layla replies.  “Some might say that he is not an innocent man,” Aramis pushes, although it has been a losing argument; although even he no longer agrees.  “He is my … Continue reading Chapter Fifty-One: Vanishing Act in Seven (Easy) Steps, by Mordaunt

Chapter Forty-Nine, Of Eagles, Pigeons, Nightingales and Roses, by Corso

The Aigle is trapped between the two Spanish galleons, the Sagrio and the Rosario, his men fighting outnumbered, the ship overwhelmed, boarded from two sides.   He moves too fast for thought … seeing and not seeing, relentless, maiming, killing, an animal fighting for survival, mindless, instinctive, blocking… fist smashing, sword thrusting stabbing, dagger slashing… the … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Nine, Of Eagles, Pigeons, Nightingales and Roses, by Corso

Chapter Forty-Seven, Common Enemy, Common Ground, by Corso

Dawn …gray tendrils of fog drift away.  On the Spanish galleons, San Isidro, Rosario and Sagrio, sharp eyed lookouts on deck and high atop the masts brace their legs against the wind and swing their spyglasses, searching for the enemy, noting positions to their captains.  One ship they do not see is a masted pinnace … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Seven, Common Enemy, Common Ground, by Corso

Chapter Forty-Four, Corsairs of St Malo, by Corso

‘What ship is that!’  Odysseus shouts up to Crotte, high overhead above the lookout.  Crotte looks down, not at Odysseus, but at a head poking tentatively through the lubber’s hole.  ‘That’s it pup!  Keep coming,’ he encourages the sailor climbing tentatively through the hole and into the lookout.  The ‘pup’ grips the sides, his legs … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Four, Corsairs of St Malo, by Corso