FAZER LOGINNathaniel Hemlock was once one of the most feared pirates to ever sail the seas. His endless quest for gold and power claimed many lives but never concerned him since his heart had long hardened. That is until one day that desire took a dark turn. For power and gold he traded not only his own soul but that of his crew. Now he is cursed to sail the seas until the end of time, unless 1000 more souls are given, one a year...all must be children which was one of the only things he would never do. Present day. Lloyd has always scoffed at the legends that bring visitors to his town near the sea, and with the arrival of a movie crew it's gotten worse. Returning home one evening he sees a strange, old fashioned boat docked and curiously decides to board it. A decision he soon regrets. Once onboard he cannot leave. Nathaniel is not best pleased but there is little he can do and decides to use Lloyd as a cabin boy to make himself useful while he continues to search for another way of breaking his curse and freeing his crew. Their lives will soon become more entwined and perhaps Lloyd is the one who can warm the frozen heart.
Ver maisThomas kept a low profile that evening.His eyes dropped every time someone passed, and he felt his movements were as ungainly as a poorly controlled marionette. Surely, even the most stupid would see that something was wrong?If they did, they didn't comment, even if he cringed each time someone looked his way, feeling as though their eyes tore through skin and bone to see what he held in his heart and mind,His unease wasn't entirely unwarranted. Abraham was suspicious of anyone outside their circle, and Thomas especially.The boy had a habit of hearing things he shouldn't, and unlike some, threats wouldn't hold his tongue. 'Too moral, that's his problem,' Abraham thought bitterly. 'Even I'm willing to stab someone in the back for the good of others. The Lord cannot hold that against me.'He shook his head and ran a hand through his thinning hair. He could thumb through the remains of his Bible and twist something to suit. He done that countless times before, and it was the perfect
Thomas shook as he entered the cabin. A mocking voice followed him, forcing unwanted images into his mind. They played like a flip show before him, making his head ache.'He hates rats, animals and humans! Remember how he burned Allen's tongue out? Remember the keel hauling when Morris revealed something to the King's Navy?'The screams shattered his nerves, rebounding in his skull. He saw the blood, flowing in torrents from the lacerated skin, torn to shreds by the barnacles on the hull.He heard the muffled agony when the burning dagger sawed through the pink flesh, severing Allen's tongue from his mouth.Later, a gull took it, dropping it in disgust into the still sea.Blood stained the water, adding the soul of a ruby to what looked like melted sapphire.Allen had lived. Morris had languished, dying in a seizure two days later. And his eyes...they stared with such hate towards the sky, but the anger hadn't been directed at God.Not anymore. It was meant for a man who thought he r
The sea always seemed more sinister when the waves barely moved. No breeze was permeating the air, and an oppressive humidity engulfed the ship.Thomas felt beads of sweat tickling his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and making his collar uncomfortably damp.He set his mop aside, pulling for the umpteenth time at the pesky material. Some of the older men discarded their ragged shirts, wandering about with leathery, scarred skin and faded tattoos on display for all to see. Thomas, despite his paler skin being free from marks save for a small scar across his back, refused to do that. It just seemed unseemly. Besides, he knew they'd taunt him.Robinson, a middle-aged, balding man with breasts like a woman, would be the worst. The man was an utter slob and made no effort to curb his bad habits, using that zeal to point out everything that was 'wrong' or different about others.Right now, he was snoring in the shade, drool gathering on his cracked lips and a discarded bottle rolling
The crew might have despised the dawn. Their hearts resented the bloody pink stain that wept through the blackness and stifled the stars. The ruby sheen of the sun was a curse, drawing the freedom of the moon away from them.For one woman, alone on a distant shore, it was a blessing.Her haggard form was a stark contrast to the youth in her eyes, but in those depths was a knowledge that all respected.Especially Nathaniel and Lloyd.She sensed a disturbance, however far away it was. She had sent part of her soul with Nathaniel, and the spirit that dwelt in the amulet reflected an aura to her.'They are in trouble. The discontent is rising, and soon it will hit them like a Leviathan from the depths. The dead are restless, especially those who have been recently wronged.' She rocked on her bare heels, unable to feel the sharp shingle that bore into her feet. 'I have to help, even though I swore it was up to him. His heart has changed since then, and that warmth is why my resolve has mel
The repairs on the ship were slow and methodical.Despite Nathaniel's impatience, he understood the necessity of the slow pace of repairs and the potential consequences of haste. His legendary leadership became evident in his acceptance of the situation. Hasty repairs made for shoddy workmanship and
As soon as Higgins saw Nathaniel leave, he headed for Nathaniel's cabin. He came bearing gifts if one could call bread and dried meat gifts. He knocked once, then entered before Lloyd could respond. The sight of the drawn-looking form made him pause, his unease growing like a storm on the horizon.He
Thus, he loved. Thus, he lostLife was cruel, and he paid the cost.Oh, illness and death was sharp and strongHe cursed the Gods of new and old.Above in Heaven, he doth hear. He felt, he sensed, the mortal fear Thy mortal soul, you'll suffer still But blessed you'll be when you slay evil.Lloyd toss
Lloyd proceeded cautiously towards Nathaniel's room. His pride slowed his step, but the odd feeling that the others were talking about him slowed it even more.The way the amulet pulsated, like a frantic heartbeat, made him believe that his ordeal was not yet over. He took a breath when he reached th






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