Two weeks later, the atmosphere in the Governor’s grand dining hall was suffocating. Admiral Hobart, a man whose uniform was as stiff as his sense of morality, sat across from Norrington. Hobart was one of the few men high enough in the Admiralty’s inner circle to have been “briefed” on the secret status of the … Read more
The meeting took place in the Governor’s private study, far from the prying ears of the admiralty or the gossip of the court. The air was still, heavy with the scent of old books and the sea breeze drifting through the open balcony. Norrington sat in a high-backed chair, his posture rigid despite the exhaustion … Read more
The brig of the HMS Dauntless was a damp, miserable place at the best of times, but in the middle of a Caribbean hurricane, it was a death trap. The ship groaned like a dying beast, pitching so violently that Jack was tossed against the iron bars of his cell every few seconds. Water was … Read more
The sun beat down on Tortuga like a physical weight, drawing out the thick, heady stench of overripe fruit, unwashed bodies, and the salty tang of the Caribbean Sea. The harbor was a chaotic symphony of creaking timber and shouting men. The Black Pearl glided into the docks, her soot-colored sails snapping in the gale … Read more
The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea The Dauntless was dying. She groaned, a deep, structural sound that vibrated through the soles of James Norrington’s boots. The mainmast had been shattered by the rogue storm, a jagged stump reaching toward a bruised sky, and the sea was currently claiming the lower gun deck with a … Read more
The Special Investigation Division (SID) was a mess of half-empty coffee mugs and dusty files when Zhao Yunlan took the desk. He knew the job was a political nightmare, but he didn’t realize he was inheriting a war. In the depths of Dixing, seated upon a throne of dark obsidian, the Ghost Slayer—known to his … Read more
The Caribbean sun was a blistering, indifferent witness to the death of the HMS Dauntless. The once-majestic ship of the line groaned, a deep, structural sound of agony that vibrated through the soles of Commodore James Norrington’s boots. The mainmast was a jagged stump, the rigging a spiderweb of charred hemp, and the deck was … Read more
Arthur schlägt Lancelot zur Strafe. Lancelot akzeptiert Arthurs Urteil aber Jennifer lehnt sich auf.
The Caribbean sun beat down mercilessly on the listing deck of the HMS Dauntless as Commodore James Norrington watched his flagship die. Water poured through the gaping hole in her hull—a parting gift from the pirate vessel they’d sent to the bottom not an hour past. A pyrrhic victory, he thought bitterly. The kind that … Read more
Skelette steigen in Camelot aus der Erde. Arthur bietet Emrys sein Leben, wenn dieser Camelot rettet.