Table of Contents The Search for Aveline Book Details Dedication We Were Strangers Silence Security Weathering the Storm Healer The Duel Distractions Fading Memories Cursed Moon-drunk How to Kill Rendezvous One Wild Night in Bogo Night Terrors The Clan of the Black Rocks Doldrums Letters and Loss Glamour Memorial Isabelle Non-Sequitur The Kidnapping of Lady Cavendish Returning the Favor Strengthening Bonds First Love In the Firelight Revelation Portrait Luck Changes A Song Without Words Bravery and Trust Remember Reunion About the Authors Captain Harriet "Harry" Roberts and her daring crew have many adventures involving dangerous mermaids, stolen sisters, voiceless sirens, and various love affairs whilst clashing with the wicked Wrath Drew, captain of The Charon. Climb aboard, and enjoy this series of interconnected stories about the good- hearted, diverse, (and rather lusty) crew of The Sappho. Sink or Swim The Search for Aveline By Stephanie Rabig and Angie Bee Published by Less Than Three Press LLC All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews. Edited by Emilia Vane Cover designed by Natasha Snow This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental. First Edition March 2017 Copyright © 2016 by Stephanie Rabig, Angie Bee Printed in the United States of America Digital ISBN 9781620049204 Print ISBN 9781620049211 To all of the ladies left out of the history books. We know you were there, even if others ignored or forgot you. We Were Strangers They always said Captain Harry Roberts had the Devil's luck. As a curtain of rain doused the rigging and sails, the only illumination intermittent forks of lightning, Harry wondered if perhaps that luck had finally hit its limits. The ship tossed and bucked like an unbroken stallion—the wild to- and-fro-ing would have sent a lesser seaman careening over the railing. But the captain pushed forward doggedly, hand tight around the sea-slick wood. "What's the status?" Harry screamed over the tempest, voice crying out between crashes of thunder. "The hole aft is getting bigger, Cap!" the first mate reported, usual sangfroid cracking. If asked before today, Harry would've said it'd be a frozen day in hell before Jo's steel of self-control would so much as bend; now the captain was half-tempted to check the tropical waves for icecaps. "The bilges are half-full and the level's only rising. If we don't find the eye of this storm or a harbor soon —" The rest of the words were lost in an apocalyptic crack. The questing lightning had finally struck something solid: one of the three masts. There was a terrible, pungent scent of ozone and ruined wood, a chorus of screams from the crew in the adjacent rigging still trying to secure the now-useless sails, and then the top third of the splintered mast gave way to gravity and fell. Jo threw an arm around the captain's waist and dove to the side only a moment before the timber cracked the boards they had been standing upon. "Captain!" shouted the steerswoman over the chaos. "Captain, I see a cove ahead!" "Aim true, Agnessa!" Harry ordered, standing and helping Jo upright. "Aye, Captain!" The thin arms strained with the wheel, hauling the listing craft to the east. If it had been anyone but Agnessa standing there, Harry might have worried. But the steerswoman's slight frame belied a whipcord strength and a diamond-hard resolve. Lashed to the tiller with knotted rope, feet planted as if she was rooted there, Agnessa stared straight ahead through the storm. When she was focused on her job, she never paid the slightest attention to anything else. Harry Roberts was not superstitious. While other pirates carried talismans and steered clear of so-called cursed wrecks and paid soothsayers outrageous sums to
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