I travelled fastest when I travelled alone, roving and flitting between ports tracing my prey. With a partner I’d be open to backstabbing, would waste time discussing decisions. We could split up, sure, cover more ground, but I refer you to the 8th word of the last sentence.
I had an assistant once, he felt like an anchor.
Until that day, of course. Stranded upon a small island between Caribbean Isles, she found me wandering the beach despondent. My life saved, I had to disclose my reasons for being there.
And now we are Jack and Jill: Roving Pirate Hunters.
I had an assistant once, he felt like an anchor.
Until that day, of course. Stranded upon a small island between Caribbean Isles, she found me wandering the beach despondent. My life saved, I had to disclose my reasons for being there.
And now we are Jack and Jill: Roving Pirate Hunters.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from both the written prompt ("He travels the fastest that travels alone," by Rudyard Kipling) and the following picture prompt:
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Image courtesy of the British Library from Roving Jack the Pirate Hunter, published 1867, a romance
I love the narrative voice you have created, especially in the opening paragraph. A great entry.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to be a pirate hunter, especially if Jill comes along!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed
Ally :)