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Sol screamed at me from the bridge. ‘A captain goes down with her ship!’ ‘It’s not your ship, remember?’ She paused. ‘Oh, FINE! Let’s go.’ We dived into cool water and blinked ash from our eyes. The kids lined the shore. Sol pointed at a better ship, and they went to fetch it. Sol andContinue reading “Companion to Day Sixty: Final Picture”

‘Um, sir?’ said Oldy, waking me, ‘should we go on deck now?’ Behind him a flaming wall bent inward then fell to bits, spraying fire. ‘Hi boys,’ said Sol; a glowing outline. ‘Thanks for trying to save my ship, but it’s over. And that lying Hin is gone.’ We dived to safety.   Sol walkedContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Nine: Pirate Law”

Oldy healed my arm – or close enough. We poured oil into the hold, each cabin, and the galley. ‘This is it then,’ I said, and made a spark.   We sat on the galley tables drinking rum and pouring it on the walls. ‘How long will it burn?’ I asked. Oldy shrugged: ‘She’ll come.’Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Eight: Fakts”

This story is only sixty-one days long. So, including today and the final day, there are just five days left. Which makes this the last “Story so Far” entry. WORSE THINGS HAPPEN AT SEA 1 August. 8am Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said –Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Seven: Story so Far”

Could this cat be a pirate cat? YES: She’s survived many a long fall, so clearly she’s more or less indestructable. YES: She kills large birds, so rats should be no problem. YES: She likes water. YES: . . . and sunshine. NO: The reason she survives so many falls is because she’s so uncoordinated.Continue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Six: Ship’s Cat?”

I didn’t sleep or eat. The kids patrolled the streets, mockingly calling for me. ‘Come out, come out, Ulandin. Captain wants to see you.’ ————————————————————- Here’s a random post from the upcoming twittertale, “Daylight” (humour) beginning October 2. My name’s Bell. I considered being EMO once, but then I saw a pretty butterfly and gotContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Five: Daylight preview”

‘Kid, what’s your name?’ I asked. ‘Hin.’ ‘Take a message. Tell Oldy to draw Sol away from here – somehow.’ Hin ran straight to Sol. I fled. ——————————————————————– The following story is PROBABLY not true. . . but it isn’t definitely NOT true (historians argue about it, so it must be at least slightly plausible). ThereContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Four: Females at Sea Part 2”

Sol ordered a throne of gold, and we made it. ‘Bring me a slaver,’ she said. We brought one – and she stabbed him. Sol killed, and killed again. No one seemed to know why any more. Bile rose in my throat. Oldy remained at the ship, so I was alone. ——————————————————- Today’s female atContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-Three: Females at Sea Part 1”

My illustrator has done more work for us! If you can rewind a bit in your head, please do so. Otherwise, scroll down a bit to Friday’s “Story so Far” companion and you can see them in context.   The lovely Mel (aka The Illustrator) is found on deviant art under the handle veleven.

All the guards went to save their homes. We anchored off-shore. The guards returned black-faced with ash and rage. ‘Tomorrow,’ said Sol. ———————————————————– What happens tomorrow? a) It’s Sol’s seventeenth birthday! b) Sol decides she’s has enough of this island and they sail away. c) Wacky hijinks ensue. d) Summer Glau shows up and FIGHTSContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty-One: Multiple Choice”

The horizon was red with fire, and the air tasted bitter with smoke. Our kids came back from their missions grinning and scorched. —————————————– In honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, here’s a story for ye. . . It takes place a lot of years after “Worse Things Happen at Sea”, and isContinue reading “Companion to Day Fifty: Free Story”

1 August. 8am Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said – and crumpled.   ‘We’re saved,’ I said. ‘Right? SOL!’   9am Sol awoke. She sat up, unsticking her tarred hair from the deck of our stolen boat. ‘We’re sinking.’ I leapt overboard and swamContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Nine: Story so Far”

‘Signals,’ said Sol. I asked, ‘To who?’ ‘To our other ships, of course.’ We signalled instructions all day. I don’t even know what we said. ———————————————————— Quite a lot of historical pirates were just as mental as Sol. Captain Low and his men were just as dangerous in a good mood as in a badContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Eight: A Pirate’s Idea of Fun”

‘We’re under attack!’ Sol yelled. I ran to save the kids, but by the time I reached them our attackers had fled – bleeding and afraid. 6:00pm Night fell over two rows of fighters – the guards standing between us and their island, and our own vicious pack lined up on our port side. —————————————————–Continue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Seven: Children”

Sol and I watched the harbour. ‘That ship’s better’n ours,’ said Sol, ‘so when we rule here, I’m gonna make it mine. The blue one’s for you.’ —————————————————– Mary Sue: (n) A character who lacks flaws, and is clearly a fantasy drawn directly from the writer’s fragile and/or deluded ego. Someone once suggested Captain SolContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Six: Mary Sue”

7:30am Kids kept cutting one another while training. ‘Can we just fight with knives and rocks, like usual?’ one asked, scratching his bloody chin. —————————————————- Paranoia Girl. . and fire I couldn’t think of anything to say, so here’s today’s entry from my other blog: It’s early Spring here in Australia, and my feet wereContinue reading “Compan to Day Forty-Five: funny story”

3:30pm Sol taught the kids swordwork. One of them slashed her belly open – then cowered in fear. ‘Get up, kid,’ said Sol. ‘Red looks good on me.’ ————————————————– Sol’s nice to kids. . . sort of.

6:00pm The forgotten children came to us one by one – dark-haired, dark-eyed, and ready to fight as Sol’s army. Oldy sang to them as night fell. —————————————————————— These kids are the ones making purple cloth. But their lives are about to change. One reason the early 1700s were swarming with pirates is that aContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Three: Purple Makers”

1 August. 8am Sun. Pain. I cracked open my eyes and saw land. ‘Sol!’ I said. ‘CAPTAIN Sol,’ she said – and crumpled.   ‘We’re saved,’ I said. ‘Right? SOL!’   9am Sol awoke. She sat up, unsticking her tarred hair from the deck of our stolen boat. ‘We’re sinking.’ I leapt overboard and swamContinue reading “Companion to Day Forty-Two: Story so Far”

We practised sword work below decks, out of sight of the people we spied on. Their guards were fat and sleepy, and the houses left unlocked. Oldy didn’t speak to me, but I knew he was ready. And I knew he was more than he seemed. He frightened me more than Sol – who scaredContinue reading “Companion to Day Firty-One: Scurvy”