This site is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com.
51Zc3xvf5nL

Undead Men Tell No Tales

by Corinne O'Flynn

Magical Seas

Morianna Swift never imagined her life as a pirate. But after the deaths of her father and brother; she’ll be damned if she’ll stand by and watch her family fortune taken by the murderous thieves at the East India Company. Cursed with a powerful hex that imprisons her forever upon the waves, she seeks out the sea witch for help.

Check Prices Before You Buy

This site is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com.

Stepping onto the beach, I was overcome with a dizzying bout of vertigo. It hit me like a bolt from the sky and dropped me to the ground. I clawed at the sand, holding on to the world, waiting for it to stop spinning.

“Captain?” Albie’s voice was muffled and distant. He shoved my pack off my shoulder and grabbed my arm.

Bile rose in my throat like a shot. I rolled onto my back as a spike of pain rammed right through my belly. I dug my fingers into the sand, unable to move.

Hands gripped my shoulders. I opened my eyes to find Albie’s face hovering over mine, his eyes wide and his mouth moving. If he was speaking, my ears couldn’t hear him over the roar rising from inside my head.

I stretched my legs out and felt the cool water seep through my boots, bringing with it the smallest sense of ease.

Gods! Yes! Water!

Instinct drove me backward. I needed the water. I couldn’t stay here. I pushed myself off the ground and toward the lapping waves.

Albie pulled me to my feet, stopping my progress. Pain exploded behind my eyes and a galaxy of white-hot stars bloomed in my vision. It hurt to stand straight, and I knew deep inside that if I stayed where I was, I was going to die on this sad excuse for a beach.

I flung my first mate’s hands off and dropped back to my knees, scrabbling in the sand as I crawled toward the water.

I just needed the water.

The beach seemed to stretch out before me, the sea teasing me, moving farther away from me with every passing moment. I reached for it, my hand outstretched, aching for relief as the world shrank to the size of a pin and the lights went out.