Sea Ferry 1

I apologize for my lack of posts as of late, but I have been so focused on writing my novel, that by the time I am finished conjuring the muse, I am just too mentally and physically spent to write any further.

So as a reward to my loyal readership I will be serializing finished pieces of my current work, Sea Ferry on my blog. Enjoy the first installment.


The sea sprayed it’s essence in the face of Bruce. He moved from the side of the boat, wiped away the stinging salt water from his brow and yelled to the crow’s nest,

“How see you?”

“White caps abundant. Sire, the aft mast must steer us not away from the light.” Raphael’s judgment was not be trusted in matters where eyesight was crucial; he had no left eye. This had caused numerous mishaps during the four months since they commandeered The Scurvy Servant. Which was an antiquity made of wooden sides and cloth sails that had been captained by a crew of maritime re-enactors. That is until they were thrown overboard in the Boston Harbor amongst boxes of tea bags and sheets of postage stamps, and made to watch as it’s new crew set course for the Atlantic Ocean.

“Aye, three sheets to the wind, in good time. Steady as she goes with the crow.” With this command, which he hoped meant to keep the ship sailing on it’s current path, he made his way to the kitchen to speak with Cookie, his grandfather, who before agreeing to find a new life on the sea, had been the owner a junk/antique yard. Cookie was adamant in seizing The Scurvy Servant,

“It’s age will provide us with the inspiration needed for such a voyage, and this vessel is sea-worthy like none other of it’s era.”

No one knew any better, and Cookie’s eyes said it all.

They immediately boarded with the next tourist group and just as the three hour tour was set to commence, Bruce, Raphael, Cookie, and Barry Bonds brandished their cutlasses to the surrounding varmint. All were made to get off, women and children mostly by the way they entered, but all trouble-makers – lad or lass - were forced to walk the plank. And with this, the new crew of The Scurvy Servant set their sights onto the future, onto the sky, and their lives from there on out and what it may hold for them.