The Jewel of the Red Sea . . .

The Jewel of the Red Sea . . .

Part Two

“Captain! We are about to come across the Necromancer!”

“Come about! Crew get ready for battle! We will use the storm to our advantage, any women on the ship are to come to no harm.”

“You heard the Captain! PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT!” The first mate, Phillips barked as the crew scrambled for weapons and prepared the rigging for boarding the next ship.

Rafe smiled. It was a good day to be a Pirate.


The Necromancer was no stranger to battles. As one of the older ships in the fleet of Spanish ships in the Lord Montague’s navy, the crew had long since weathered many storms, and even more angry pirate ships. But the Lady Tatianna had not. She watched as the crew members rushed around preparing the ship for battle, along with the crew members. “I told you the sea was no place for a young lady.” Lady Tatianna’s maid tutted Tatianna turned to look at Charlotte in exasperation. “You are only six years my senior. And the sea did not bring the pirates.” Tatianna said. “I would not be sure of that, miss. This storm is unnatural. It is as if the Lord has cursed this journey.” Charlotte said her voice close to a wail. “The Lord has no say in what goes on in the sea. This is the domain of the Lady Calypso.” One of the sailors said as he passed by. Lady Tatianna scowled. “Who is Calypso?” Charlotte said worriedly.

“A Myth.” Tatianna said at the same time as the surrounding sailors started shouting.

“A Vixen.”

“A Goddess.”

“A Siren”


“A woman.”

“A scorned lover, taking out her anger on any sailor that reminded her of her lost love!”

The last shout came from the Captain. Just before arrows bombarded  the rigging of the necromancer. Charlotte and Tatianna were surprised to see attached to the Arrows was lengths of rope from the Pirate ship. “I do not want to compliment the people that are currently attacking us but even I have to admire the genius of that.” Tatianna said shaking her head. Charlotte looked at Tatianna in despair. “Do not admire the Pirates!” Charlotte said. “Well hello, Ladies.” One of the aforementioned  pirates said. Charlotte screamed at the sight of the bedraggled pirate before she fell in a deep faint. “Well fat lot of help you are Tatianna said backing away from the Pirate who grinned widely at her. Tatianna reached behind her, her hands closing on one of the wooden poles the crew members used to fish with. She took a step forward gripping it tightly in her fist. The pirate continued approaching her. She gripped the pole and swung wildly, making the Pirate’s head move all the way to the left. “Ow.” He said, rubbing a hand across his jaw. “I was hoping you’d be feisty. I love feisty.” The pirate sneered. “Stay away.” Tatianna said her voice shaky. The pirate leaned forward and pulled the pole out of her hands. “I am not going to hurt you, little one.” the Pirate said patiently. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” she said as she continued to back away.

“I swear on the soul of my mother, may she rest in peace. That I will not hurt you.”

Tatianna hesitated. She knew no matter how black-hearted a pirate was they always went by a code. She glanced around all the crew members of the necromancer fighting, all good men. She glanced down at Charlotte.

“Will you leave this ship and it’s crew peacefully? No more deaths.”

“Only if you come with me now. And they will all be safe.”

pirate boat


The Jewel of the Red Sea . . .

******In Honor of my mom’s Fiftieth birthday I have decided to try this blogging thing all over again. Except with a twist~ So therefore I will be releasing week from week this episodal story. Just like the great Sages of old used to tell stories week by week in the village square. 🙂 Enjoy~





The seas were loud and angry that night. Pushing the boat off course. If it ever had one. Rage had always loved nights like this. Nights where the sea made it’s anger known. He had been on boats for most of his life. He had spent more of his days on the open sea then on land. Most of his childhood spent on the Queens Revenge. His father, the Dreadful Captain Roberts. More cruel than kind, had taught him everything about keeping a ship and it’s crew in line. At night he had listened to the crew members, swap tales and stories about, the sea. The goddess Calypso, myths of dangerous creatures that lurked in the great deep. Stories of caverns of gold. Rubies the size of your fist, and Diamonds so big, you could kill a grown man with. There was one story, that had stayed with him, even now, that he had his own ship and crew.


The year was 1860. Everywhere you went in the sea, the British navy would be there. The King, had decreed that the sea and it’s many vast treasures belonged to him. There were many pirate ships, that tried to defy him, and there the navy would be. Ready to strike down anyone who thought they had a claim on any and ever fortune. That was when the Spaniards came. They came from the south. The east. They were ruthless in destroying navy ships, and Pirate ships  alike. Unlike the British King, the Spanish King and Queen had no wish for the Jewels, or any of the treasures. The Spaniards were pious and believed that you should honor god above all else. By living a sin-free life.They believed it was part of their sacred duty to eradicate temptation from the lands. It was an even better bonus for many of the Spanish Lords to infuriate the British Navy. Of whom they had been long standing rivals with.

However, with so much of the treasure being found, the Spaniards needed a place to put it. The legend was that nine lords of the Spanish Main, devised a plan of keeping all the treasure sequestered in an island in the red sea, that was surrounded by other islands, that was ringed side by side with coral reefs, that made it dangerous to sail through. Unless you know the way. The Nine Spanish Lords put this job to the son of one of the Generals tasked with keeping the King and Queen safe. The Lord Jonn was one of the few people who knew the road, to get to the Island safely, and he was as honest and true as any Spaniard Captain. He would sooner die than give up it’s location-But Rumor has it, that he did tell one person. His beloved niece. The Lady Tatianna.