Weekend Wandering Article
by Helen Hollick
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From 'Jamaica Gold'
the 7th Sea Witch Voyage
Previously
February 1718 - Nassau, The Bahamas
“Hello, sailor.” The red-headed young woman, her feminine assets bulging over the edge of her tight bodice, her fists set against broad hips protruding beneath a slim waistline, sashayed up to the table and seated herself on the wooden bench which ran along the back wall of the Crowing Cock tavern.
Chapter 1
The Present – January 1720
Falmouth, Cornwall
The single, stray tear meandering down his cheek, Jesamiah Acorne convinced himself, was from the cold sea wind buffeting at his face with the viciousness of a needle’s vindictive prick.
Chapter 2
Appledore, Devon
Fists on hips, her expression like God’s anger against Adam and Eve, Tiola glowered at her brother.
Chapter 3
The Bahamas – February 25th 1720
With evening not far over the horizon, four or so hours sail out from Nassau, young Jasper Hicks’ voice floated down from where he was perched high on the cross-trees. “Deck there. Two sails, starb’d of us. Not sure who they are.”
Chapter 4
February 26th 1720
A few miles out from New Providence Island, dawn was tumbling into morning, dark blue brightening to a sapphire hue, the storm that had blustered across the ocean for a good part of the night had blown itself out.
Chapter 5
“That one near the middle is the San Cristoforo, Cornejo’s flagship,” Jennings announced, peering through his telescope, some short while later. The small armada fleet could be clearly seen in formation as a blockade – as Jasper had predicted – to seal Hog Island and the entrance to Nassau harbour.
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