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Chapter 30 - A Plan (Morgan's POV)
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Lost Between the Tides Chapter 33 - Photographs (Morgan's POV)
(Morgan's POV)Flynn's words had been more mocking than curious, but maybe it was a start. At least he hadn't picked me up and thrown me overboard. Maybe if I could just show him, that might make him believe me. Might make him understand.I pulled my phone out of my pocket again and turned it on.Once again, he watched it curiously. It definitely held some kind of intrigue for him, so I leaned into it."This is my phone," I explained, waiting for it to start up. "Everyone has one in 2025—"His eyes snapped back up to me. "2025?!" he exclaimed, seemingly horrified.I gulped and managed a nod, but pressed on, taking a few more steps toward him to show him the phone.He fixed his eyes back on the screen when the startup jingle played, and the phone blazed to life. The homescreen was a picture of the beach... one I'd taken during my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful. Like, Instagram-worthy. Of course, I had posted it to Instagram..."Where’s that noise comin’ from?" he asked, still stari
Lost Between the Tides Chapter 32 - Proof (Morgan's POV)
(Morgan's POV)Flynn strode in, his usual scowl plastered on his face as he made his way over to his desk and began to shuffle through papers.The room was silent aside from the rustling of pages as Oliver and I both watched him.I took another swig of my broth, hoping it might give me some courage, then I spoke up. "I..." I hesitated, "I need to talk to you."His eyes snapped up to me and narrowed."Well, out with it. I’ve not got all day," he replied, resuming his rummaging.But I shook my head. "No... um... In private might be better," I went on, already feeling my heart starting to race.He paused, regarding me for a moment, then he sighed and rolled his eyes before gesturing for Oliver to leave the room.The boy nodded and climbed to his feet, scurrying out as quickly as his short little legs would carry him. When the door clicked shut behind him, it sounded like the lid closing on my coffin.Flynn pulled himself up to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting fo
Lost Between the Tides Chapter 31 - Curiosity Killed the Cat (Morgan's POV)
(Morgan's POV)Thirst woke me, my throat so dry I was almost convinced I was going to choke on the air I was breathing. My tongue felt dry and thick, and there was only one thought reverberating through my throbbing skull... water.I sat up and looked around the small, empty cabin. No Flynn. No Owen. No Oliver. No stutterer. No one to ask to bring me a drink.Fuck.With no other options, I pulled myself to my feet, my body aching all the while, then stumbled toward the jug on the bureau, using the table for support as soon as I was close enough.There was no cup. Not that I could see, at least. And I was too desperate to start digging through cupboards and drawers to find one, so without a second thought, I brought the half-filled jug to my lips and drank.It was awkward and clumsy, the ceramic jug too tall and too cumbersome, but I didn't care. All I wanted was what was inside it.The second it hit my lips, I felt instant relief. It was cool and wet and delicious, and I drank. Drank
Lost Between the Tides Chapter 30 - A Plan (Morgan's POV)
(Morgan's POV)Flynn strode out of the cramped, wooden cabin again, entirely done with the situation. Done with me. Owen scurried behind him, but not without giving me a solemn nod on his way out. I wasn't sure whether it was just a polite, gentlemanly gesture, or whether it had something to do with the revelation of my surname.The door clicked shut behind them, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. My muscles were still tense though, clinging to the remnants of adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through me since the moment I opened my eyes. Fuck, probably since the moment I realized I was on a fucking ship!This was a mess. Not only would their ransom note be met by deafening fucking silence, but it turns out that I had the pleasure of sharing a surname with some famous pirate overlord.Great... just great.Was I even related to Calico Jack? If I was, I didn't know about it. I'd never done the whole 23andMe thing. Never cared to. I didn't really care who my ancient ancestor
Lost Between the Tides Chapter 29 - What's in a Name? (Flynn's POV)
(Flynn's POV)Rackham... She said her surname was Rackham. And that changed everything.I watched her face, looking for some flicker of recognition at the name Calico Jack, but there was none.If she meant to use the name for leverage, why’d she act like she didn't know the man? Calico Jack—hell, just the sound of it could turn men pale. If she thought it might help her, she’d be crowin’ he were her da, or her uncle, or some such kin. So why deny it?Maybe she didn't know? Maybe she was a bastard? Or maybe she was just the unluckiest lass alive."So, yer tellin' me ye don't know John Rackham—Calico Jack. Ye share a name, but yer nay his kin?" I asked, my suspicion smouldering now.She shook her head, then shrugged, a look of confusion settling over her. "I mean... I don't think so."I glanced over at Owen. He was still sitting there, struck dumb by the revelation, the quill in his hand leaking ink onto the page in front of him.This was a disaster. How could we send word to Bermuda th
Lost Between the Tides Chapter 28 - Ransom (Morgan's POV)
(Morgan's POV)The two men stepped back into the room. Owen was wearing an eager smile, but the Captain—Flynn—I'd heard Owen call him, was not. He wasn't scowling, for a change, but he didn't look happy, and I wasn't sure what to make of that."What are ye doin' on my bed?!" Flynn blurted, seemingly horrified by my intrusion."Sorry, I just... I..." I trailed off, uncertain what to say."Oh, I was just doing some light reading while I waited for you. Checking publication dates and what were possibly your very classified ship logs. Nothing to worry about. I swear I'm not a spy."Abso-fucking-lutely not."Off with ye!" he barked, making a swooping movement with his arm like one might do when shooing a dog from a couch.Well, that was kinda rude...I pulled myself to my feet and began the tiresome journey back to my straw excuse for a bed on the floor."Well, lass, I've good news for ye," Owen began, taking me by the thankfully unburned elbow and urging me along. He was clearly very eage
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