Excerpt from “The Devil’s Fire”: The Spanish Galleon

Nathan didn’t know how he had survived the battle thus far, but he suspected that luck was largely a factor.

As he scaled the side of the galleon, he glanced up and saw One-Eyed Henry and Gregory climbing over the top of the bulwark. Gregory halted in place and glanced down at Nathan, his face ghostly pale. Whatever he had glimpsed on the other side of that bulwark mortified him.

Nathan looked down, risking dizziness, and saw Griffith and Livingston making their way up the hull below him. The sight of his captain so eager to engage in battle filled his heart with a powerful urge to press on. He summoned all of his energy and hauled himself upward, and he did not stop climbing until he reached a gunport. Continue reading