Thoughts and a bit of poetry or jobbing for readers ~

Rant for a moment ~

If it seems I’m bent on doing things myself, think of it this way;If you were thrown to the proverbial wolves as often as I haveIf you were ever promised the world only to be given a bill of goods or a lot of emptyBeen sneered at or belittled because the other side had the numbers and all you had was youI believe you’d rely on only yourself, be determined to succeed and venture where fools and proverbial angels fear to tread. Yeah, I may seem to learn the hard way. However, no one can take away my knowledge and experience. Nor can they criticise my failures or personal victories; they’re mine. My lessons learnt. My scars and my triumphs. It’s taken me ages to even find the small handful of people I can freely admit I can rely on and I wouldn’t trade them for anything! Be that as it may, I’ve been called impossible, irascible, a pain the arse and worse… but at least I’m me and if I look as if I stand alone, especially now, you’re too narrow of vision to see beyond the hill and horizon. I’m never alone. not any more…

Okay back to the Author’s thinking and writing ~

Poetic Moment ~
What was I supposed to say?
You claim to know it all
Did you really think I’d not walk away
Give you my moment, my time of day
I wonder if humanity was truly in your blood
Or did you like me shedding my own?
What could I have done
In this or any other life
That meritted such harsh and distant treatment
Where did the heart wander
Was there really something to you
Don’t pretend to shed a tear
I know cruelty fine
I’ll not look back
I’ll just reach for my horizon
Walk on well tread ground
Lose myself in something else
Maybe one day
I’ll know love

Book jobbing 101

Dr. James Camden is swept up into an adventure few could dream of in a Galaxy light years away fleed with Alien Space Pirates, a relentless Evil Empire and alien cultures and fantastic beasts!
Spider people, underground rail ways and alien romance … Oh my!
Children by the score, the Amanor rise again plus more Follies

Cliff hanger, space battles, alien pirates galore! The close of Series 1…
Series 2 begins! Hodwinked into another marriage, an insidious plague arrises and the Garanthian Empire’s latest weapon

Looking forward to hiring my next book cover for ” Garinthians Wane ” as soon as finances avail themselves.
Otherwise, for the moment, aside from my mini Dragon anthlogy and minor adventure/horror books…
Till Next Time


~ The Pirate Poet

Christmas/Chanukah Blog & Book Plug

Well, 2020 is almost over. Thank Goodness! However, in the interim we have holidays to see to. Christmas and Chanukah are two of them, I can’t truly recall all the holidays though Solstice is one other I can.
Needless to say, I still wish all a peaceful, abundant holiday.
Now, for some business ~
I’ve put up some links of books for sale by myself and friends. I know I’ve been jobbing the American market far more than my own. My appologies to the English/U.K side! I shall do my best to put the appropriate links with my book mentions. These are books writen by some of my gifted, talented and wondrous author and artist friends. They make great Christmas/Chanuka/Solstice gifts and don’t ( aside from Ebook copies ) require batteries or complex machinery/machines – just a vivid imagination and a desire to open the theatre/cinema of the mind. Without further adieu here are the books I believe will make great stocking stuffers or just gifts…

https://www.amazon.com/Camdens-Follies-Book-part-Corres/dp/1983318361/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=camden%27s+follies&qid=1607909156&s=books&sr=1-2

Camden’s Follies 2 : The Empire Rises to Battle
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Okay, for now, this is it. May you all get wondrous presents and much joy and please, please, please remember to support your local or international Indie Author, Artist or musician.

~ The Pirate Poet

The final teaser of my first 4 pt series… Please enjoy and buy the books…

And now for the final first chapter tearser of my current series in print..
The Garinthian Scourge and the Border Wars

© 2019 Jon Corres Pirate Poet

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the copyright holder, except where permitted by law. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously.

Cafea’s Log, In the captain’s stead 1

“ JAMES!”

“ Get out of it Cafea… Sha’l Ter, help Kildro with her … Save Scy Lors and Cynthia, Kildro can’t do it alone! GO!”

The door to the bridge shut as mister Renault guided me and my mother in a daze down to the shuttle bay, I was wounded by an explosion at my station just after Cynthia, but I had no idea to the extent. I just knew I could barely walk. Fires had erupted everywhere on the top decks it seems, but somehow the Bernoulli held together. The Savion Reaper was nowhere to be found as it went back for aid as James and Skar’l ran diversionary tactics. Aid that was never able to come in time as I would learn later.

Cynthia was on a gurney and Scy Lors had just gotten onto the evacuation shuttle. The roar of the Bernoulli’s guns rang throughout the ship. I could still hear Forraz cursing over the intercom which was now broken as Azfar and Cafar were constantly talking with James, Rayne and Vashinka.

Manually we opened the bay doors in time to see the Fire Fan open up on a pair of inbound cruisers. The Dragon Empress was still hovering by the remains of half the base we just took out with a dreadnought hot on our heels. Another brilliant manoeuvre by my now missing or dead husband, getting it to get in close over the energy centre and blowing that up instead of firing on our pursuer and sending the vessel into the rest of the complex setting off a series of devastating explosions.

Ahead were another dreadnought and a destroyer class ship, from the look of her, she was Tack – So’s new command vessel. There was no time for anyone to stand around and watch, my husband gave an order to evacuate and we had to obey it. Well, I was in no condition to argue and neither were the other 3 wives. Another pair of fleets was in orbit waiting for the other destroyer class led fleet that was returning from the outer edge of the system as 2 or 3 were wiped out after trying to enter the atmosphere at sub light speed.

That was one reason why the Empress Dragon was still in good shape, that and mister Fizbark, who came along despite all his work at the dry dock and never told us, had managed to implement his deflector style shields and for now they were holding. However, they didn’t go up fast enough to prevent the pounding she took when Arzkel decided to dive into the heart of 3 fleets just jumping from sub light into the atmosphere! The good news, and the reason the Garinthians lost a pair of fleets, was that cruisers weren’t designed to come out of sub light speeds in a planetary atmosphere, bad news was that by doing so they ignited the gasses at that altitude and caused enough damage to rain fire on the surface below. This confusion was enough for my second mother to mount her assault.

Meanwhile, Jame’s hunch that this was a secret staging area set up in a hurry by Tack – So was spot on. This and one other planet on the edge of the system were supposed to be mega bases to launch an onslaught on the Dragon Helm and the rebels nearby to finally crush us and their other problem. We found that out from records we could recover later on. Unfortunately for him, my husband had other ideas and a better offence. The Savion Reaper, originally, had broken off to hit the southern pole base first as James went north. We should have stuck together, but hindsight is rarely helpful.

The last vision I had before mister Kildro put me out with a sedative was the Fire Fan diving for the planets surface while James plunged the Bernoulli in between the massive ships! Flashes of green and red would plague me there after as billowing black smoke filled the air.

I was told by Arzkel that our escape wasn’t easy as we had to run the gauntlet of ships in orbit and then see if what Fizbark had come up with to match the Bernoulli was even going to work, let alone get us to the right place in space. Other pirate clans reported that the atmosphere of Calieb 7, the planet we assaulted, looked more like a major weather event on a gas giant than a habitable world! There were a couple of sightings of a golden flash, a bit like the one I witnessed almost 2 years ago when the Bernoulli did a small hyper space jump to get us away from our moons south pole and to the smugglers cavern prior to our current mountain base, the Dragon’s Nest. No one could confirm or deny that this happened, they could just say that explosions rocked the planet for days and fires could be seen from orbit for about a month or so.

Word came from the Tedarian Free Traders Union that one of their ships was in hiding in an asteroid field nearby when a fleet with a destroyer class, 4 dreadnoughts and a dozen cruisers engaged a pair of burning pirate hulks to no avail. They didn’t say how long the fight lasted or what happened next as they were too busy praying to Magda to pay attention.

Despite orders from Kildro, Cynthia, Scy Lors and myself took Sha’l Ter and Arzkel to the Fah – Hid system and Calieb 7 to see what, if anything, could give us clues to our husbands fate. We offered to take the Arch Nit matons of Azfar and miss Havershime with us, but they declined politely and asked for solitude during this difficult moment.

When we got to the planet, most of the atmosphere was gone. The lands were barren wastes for the most part strewn with rubble and debris from the fighting. Tack – So’s apparent command vessel had been cleaved in two and looked like a pair of tombstones in the earth. We found what was a piece of the Bernoulli on the furthest side of a destroyed base. Much to our horror it seemed to be from the bridge, from the outside.

At least I hoped that was where it was from. An outer door from the lower decks had Azfar’s bandanna stuck to it. I just recall falling to my knees and weeping uncontrollably with Scy Lors as Cynthia was held up by Sha’l Ter. A ways further, remains of cannon from the Fire Fan lay on the bottom of what was a fresh water lake. Again, more Garinthian wreckage than pirate.

If our husband had died, either here or in space, he certainly took more than his kilo of flesh. Then again, Skar’l also had his wicked way with the white devils. We decided to forgo a trip to the asteroid field and went back to the moon, James never got the hang of its name, Coloracus. Garinthian comm traffic was next to non existent, but reports on their end said that Tack – So survived by running away like a coward and lost both destroyers, 5 total dreadnoughts and 7 fleets out of the 12 in the area assigned for patrol and security. The outside bases were abandoned and self destructed so we couldn’t get anything out of it other than the pre-recorded command to evacuate.

One battle to give our clan and family relief, a price too dear to even think, let alone dream about was paid. My husband, first and foremost, his engineer Forraz, Azfar, Cafar, captain Soong and lieutenant Vashinka, captain Skar’l plus around 100 pirates. I couldn’t face our daughters and son Archie and neither could Cynthia or Scy Lors. Cron and Bree collapsed on the news of their recent pators apparent demise. Tem, Sab, Scy and Felia just hugged the now toddlers when they could and never spoke, just cried silently.

To this day, Carinthia still waits at the door for James. She recently gave birth to a litter of 5 cubs, 2 boys and 3 girls. Still, even though I should be happy, I just can’t. Arzkel and Sha’l Ter have tried to keep us going, our spirits lifted, but without any real success.

Captain Ackban and the rest of the Dragon Helm paid their respects. I can’t recall anything any of them said, aside from Ackban’s words of encouragement. Arzkel was now in charge of the Dragon’s Nest and I had full command of the Camden’s Folly. Cynthia has been distant, staying with Archie and reading to him and not leaving his side.

Our daughters still sit on the outer flat’s balcony, as if they think their father is coming home any time. It’s hard to try and dissuade them. I find myself, when on patrol, turning to Scy Lors and almost calling her Azfar, Cafar or asking where James is. Any time I’ve had to speak with Fizbark, I’ve caught myself calling him mister Forraz.

At the dry dock, I’ve found Alice Lucio sitting with her plant pet looking out at the mountains with a tear in her eye as Haimish is unreadable. The brood James fathered before we went on the ill fated expedition has hatched and Scy Lors and the other Arch Nits seemed preoccupied with them. Unlike my brood or Cynthia’s Archie, they need special attention for at least 6 months.

One day, I decided to go to the asteroid belt near Fah – Hid. It gave mister McTavit an opportunity to try out the hyper space capability of the Camden’s Folly, which was as much an excuse as any to get out. When we arrived in the area the traders described, we found wreckage of quite a few vessels. On one of the nearer asteroids we found part of the Fire Fan. It would seem it exploded somehow or was blown in half by cannon fire. There were two frozen bodies of crewmen, but none of the command staff. The radio was permanently fixed to the frequency of the Bernoulli. It was burnt out by the explosion and fused pretty solidly. We were about to head back to the ship when Scy Lors picked up a hand held wireless radio we’d use in emergencies.

It was still active, just not strong enough to do more than issue static at us. We brought it back none the less, a souvenir of a great battle and perhaps hope if we could get it to work. Mister McTavit retrieved the scanner logs, as bad off as they were and set about decoding them. I never mentioned any of this in my report to Arzkel. Why get anyone’s hopes up?

I had limited knowledge of comm devices, but applied myself on the trip back. For a moment, I could swear I heard mister Forraz discussing rations or something, though it seemed distant and I may have been reaching. I knew James would never have given up on us, so I’d not give up on him.

Time seemed to fly and slowly we got back to almost our normal selves. Archie was starting to speak again, we found him a translator crystal in McTavit’s storage shed. The girls, well, they were starting to mirror their mothers in a variety of ways. Unless things changed though, we’d be having a chat about their father sooner than later and it wouldn’t be a very well received one. Their Arch Nit brothers and sisters were coming along, a bit slower than Tedarian or Earth children, but still coming along. Like Archie, the boys seemed to take after James, even down to hair colour and facial expressions.

One day, Sha’l Ter came in with Arzkel and they both looked at us like we were hatchlings.

“ All right, so nothing is all right and we’re no closer to finding James alive or dead. I know, I know, he wouldn’t give up on finding us and making sure we were all alive and in one piece. However, facts are staring us in the face. I loved him as much as you three, so did Arzkel. And yes it does hurt to think of him going out like that without us at his side. He was stubborn, obstinate and a real pain in the arse when it came to thinking of us over his own safety. His sacrifice shouldn’t be remembered that way! Mister McTavit told me a little while back about Jame’s knack for pulling victory from the jaws of defeat…”

She paused with a tear in her eye.

“ Well, his last apparent act was to do just that! What he didn’t manage was to kill the man that made it necessary for him to make such a sacrifice. Tack – So is still out there! We should be concentrating on finding that yellow sadistic Garinthian and putting his head on a silver platter! Feeling sorry for ourselves and dreading what we need to tell Archie, the girls from Cafea’s brood and the 20 daughters and sons to be named from Scy Lors won’t make things easier. I don’t want James to be dead, nor the others! But we can’t wallow in self pity any longer either.”

Carinthia looked in on us with sad pleading eyes. Her cubs came up and nuzzled her, mewing for attention. Scy and Lors, Arkette, little Cafea, Archie and Arzkel Cron came trooping in soon after as Carinthia tried to corral them all. I sat down heavily as Sha’l Tsai climbed up on my lap to hug me.

“ Son, daughters, we need to talk…”

Cynthia started to say but just couldn’t continue. Arzkel gently picked up Archie and fed him along with his sisters before herding them into the living room and sitting them down for what was the longest 15 minutes of our lives. Two of the girls ran from the room crying followed by two of our nannies, another three just hugged each other and Archie cried on Arzkel’s shoulder while the rest of us tended to the remaining. We found the two who ran out with Scy and Tem, it was Sha’l Tsai and Arzkel Cron.

All at once the day came back to me and I silently vowed to find the truth of James demise or escape. We still had the radio and the scanner logs. Fizbark said he could have a report ready for us in about 3 weeks as that was the best he could do. McTavit said the radio could be boosted in about two days. He also mentioned that hyper space travel could have been Jame’s salvation. It could also mean he’s lost out there with limited resources and considering the amount of time that’s gone by…

Anyway, he said he’d give it his top priority. Daskin of the Dragon’s Sail said that two of the lesser clans had formed a pact and were going to try and challenge the Dragon Helm clan for control of the area since the Garinthian hold here had been weakened as it did. News also arrived that the Dragon Roar and Dragon’s Eye would be ready and joining us as part of the fleet stationed here. Ackban mentioned, by Arzkel’s recommendation, that Cynthia be the new captain of the Dragon Roar.

I did a little digging and found that Tark may be financing the new clan and possibly the Garinthians may be backing him on the bid to be its commanding captain or at least its controlling interest. H’tha, my little sister from Arzkel’s side of my mothers, had been transferred to the Dragon’s Nest by Ackban as part of a new raiding party. Her ship, the Little Wing, was packing 2 stealth skiffs plus an arsenal of personal flight packs that were like mister McTavit’s except they worked, were lighter and had a more reliable power cell to draw on.

These were highly adapted to space use and had a camouflage feature. My first thought on those was, if we found James and he was held captive somewhere we could use them to liberate him and the others if they still lived. The good news was, even if they had jumped into hyper space and escaped, the area they could go to was limited to 4 sectors, but plausible. The bad news was 2 of the sectors were controlled by either the Garinthians or a rival clan called the Soul Reapers. The other two were either uncharted or considered neutral territory.

The Golden Dragon and Black Dragon Reaper were now officially ready for duty and action. Their first assignment was a patrol of the immediate area on our western orbital vector that faced the Fah – Hid system. Mister Fizbark was to go along with mister Sali on the Golden Dragon as mister McTavit was to be assigned to look after the Black Dragon Reaper.

Arzkel was to hold the fortifications down as Sha’l Ter was to go on the opposite side planetary orbit and I would take the closer planet, Cerios, and maybe head to the northern orbit that definitely led to a Garinthian stronghold territory also known as the regional senate headquarters with the system representatives of a dozen Garinthian aligned worlds housed in one spot.

It was a tempting target, considering my ire at the moment. However, I had orders and, as James would say, a family to keep an eye on. Speaking of them, Scy Lors had escorted them to the train below and placed them in the care of Felia and Bree Tom’s primary school and day care.

I hated to do that, so did Cynthia and Scy Lors. However, it was either that and keep them socially active with the Arch Nit children or leave them with their younger Arch Nit siblings and have to oversee chaos incarnate!

I’m not sure what the rest of the year holds, the Garinthians seem to be regrouping and stories of the Amanor are reaching Arzkel’s ears from all around the pirate community. Cynthia and I are almost ready to call our searches off. Scy Lors still holds hope with the grand matons, or is it wishful thinking? 6 months since that fateful day, clues have been sketchy and our children disheartened and disillusioned.

I’ll finish this entry with a note from mister Fizbark.
“ I think that I may have found the source of the noise this radio is picking up on and it’s definitely on the other side of the Soul Reapers territory. I’ll need to requisition a ship to go and get a better fix. Rumours have come to Sha’l Ter’s ears about running battles near there… will know more when I get close enough to triangulate.”

More Follies teasers! For the people who like to read them

And so, as promised here we go with the 3rd installment of the first series! Please enjoy and remember to buy the books!

Dynasties, Prams and New Orders

© 2019 Jon Corres Pirate Poet

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the copyright holder, except where permitted by law. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously.

Chpt: 1 Arz – Khan’s fall and hints for future

The Savion Reaper danced between two cruisers as the Empress Dragon took fire from the support group of fighters and cruisers on the port side. The shuttle that Azfar and mister Cafar was using as part of the initial assault was floating behind the Camden’s Folly as crews worked to put out fires. Cynthia was a blur of motion and the wireless radio was overwhelmed. I had decided not to use the Bernoulli in the initial engagement and put McTavit in charge of getting her ready as we drew off the command vessel and the dreadnoughts. The Final Fire had led 2 of the dreadnoughts to the dark side of the moon on a diversion, but ran afoul of the 4th fleet who were hiding there. Captain Kuul however, was just as clever as I thought and was currently fighting from a position of stealth while keeping them at a distance.

As for us, we blasted through the first fleet before the support carriers and cruisers came from the nearby planet, at the moment I can’t recall the name, but they weren’t expecting a small fleet to come and meet their gauntlet. I spent my time between the bridge and the rifle stations on the shuttle with Scy Lors, when we were connected by a boarding tube. She’s currently in the hospital wing with mister Kildro, wounded with burns from a glancing shot that set off a pair of weapons mounted near her as we tried to dodge enemy fire.

I told that Admiral that he picked the wrong pirate captain to threaten, all the while the stealth skiff made for the command vessel to rescue the War Dragon Fire crew and maybe use the ship to fight from the inside, that was 4 hours ago and misters Sali, Forraz and Renault weren’t exactly the first people I’d form a rescue squad with. I jumped over to the firing station as Cynthia looked as if she was going to collapse. Cafea’s voice was on wireless screaming our names to see if we were alive. I forgot to mention she was with McTavit awaiting my orders to launch. I got off a pair of volleys at a closing pair of cruisers and hit the massive command ship on her aft.

“ … talk to me!!”

I pressed the button as fast as I could.

Now would be a good time you two! Unless you need a formal invitation, I did think you had more sense than this… I’m taking our wife to mister Kildro now while we have a moment between volleys… if you would be so kind… so I could save Arzkel and the others…”

BOOM!

The radio went dead as a tremendous burst of energy exploded near us finishing the floundering cruiser.

“ Mister Fizbark! Emergency power to the engines! That super gun has our attention…”

“ You bet your sweet arse captain… hold on to your breakfast!”

We lurched forward with great force, thankfully the chairs were part of the bridge and Cynthia was belted down… not me however as I slammed into the bulkhead. With stars in my eyes, I got my human wife out of the chair just in time as we were spun by the force of a secondary blast that pushed us further away from the battle and closer to the moons gravity!

I cursed and was going spare when Scy Lors popped the door open and grabbed Cynthia.

“ No worries, pator mine… blow those fiends to the punishment planes! Mister Kildro? Stay with me…”

My fellow physician stumbled in looking bruised and grim. He nodded to me and helped Scy Lors half drag and carry Cynthia out as she popped into and out of consciousness. The radio came alive on the imperial frequency.

“ This is Arz – Khan to captain Camden. Well played sir, very well played, though this cat and mouse game seems a bit beneath you, does it not? Yes, you did surprise us with your small fleet, but is it not better we settle this, you and I? Your vessel looks in bad shape, but as we both know, looks can be deceiving. I’m coming around and when we’re even keel I intend to end this once and for all by vaporising you like the pesky insect you are! What say you captain?”

“ Arz – Khan, you talk too much! You’re right, I’m much better off than I look, however it’s you that’s going to be vaporised, not me. I’ve yet to use these cannon in concert… for you however, I’ll make an exception.. prepare for what we call Verilda’s Wrath…”

I never finished my sentence as there was a great explosion from the mid section of the command ship, around the bottom. The War Dragon Fire flew out with cannon roaring, making for the Empress Dragon and Savion Reaper, she was smoking, then again so were the other vessels, but she was going down fighting.

“ Damn you Camden, DIE!”

I saw the ship pirouette and come full speed at me as I grabbed the wheel and spun to give her a full broadside.

“ Mister Fizbark, with extreme prejudice if you would… FIRE ON THOSE IMPERIAL SCUM!”

It felt as if this were my last act. I knew that there was a shuttle on board for emergencies and that both Fizbark and Kildro knew when to cut and run, but I was going to stay till the bitter end and send those Garinthians to hell…

Just as I was waiting for the counter attack, something appeared on the outside of our port side and flew past at blinding speed till it was between us and the command ship. For a moment, nothing happened as the great imperial ship came to a halt and started to pivot. However, before it could finish, the Bernoulli opened up with 5 successive volleys that looked like great green waves! The explosions that resulted tore the great vessel in half and then obliterated the remains. I fought to stay conscious as the fighting with the other two fleets came to an abrupt halt. The Bernoulli had come to the rescue and was now heading in to clean up. The remaining ships of the Garinthian fleets tried to turn and run, but met renewed volleys from the two weakened pirate ships and a wave of death from the Bernoulli.

The Savion Reaper raced off to the dark side of the moon to assist the Final Fire. I collapsed as the Bernoulli came along side and set up the boarding tube. I could feel where I had broken my ribs again, thankfully it was a clean break. My breath was ragged, but steady, as I made my way down to the lower decks. There was a great deal of damage, superficial in most cases, particularly on our aft section near the engine room. I was half way down the stairs when McTavit met me with a look as white as a sheet.

“ Damn it man, quit being noble for a moment… Cafea! I found him, I think he was heading for the hospital wing…”

“ JAMES! Where’s Cynthia, the baby is it…”

I passed out as mister Kildro stumbled up to us and had a hand on Cafea’s shoulder. When I came to, I was in our medical ward, er, hospital wing, mind isn’t working well… I was in a sick bed.

Cafea was was with Cynthia, who was looking quite well, but a little bruised. Both women looked relieved and were cuddling or hugging. I cleared my throat.

“ Would it be too much to ask for a status report … someone? Anyone…”

I started to rise, but someone grabbed my shoulder, which got me wincing, and gently pushed me back. I turned carefully to see it was captain Arzkel. Scy Lors had rushed over as well and given me a needle in my arm that made the pain go away.

“ It’s all right James, honestly! We saw you blast the command ship, I think I recall the name I read on her was Verilda’s Sword. The other fleets were trying to regroup when you charged at their flag ship. Cafea was right, you fought like demon! The other dreadnought was behind the command ship and never got a chance to get a shot off. Pretty impressive cannon, the Bernoulli has there. Bit risky holding her back, but you proved you didn’t need it and damn near single handedly sent them packing. Ackban is all right, if you’re curious, bit singed, but there you are. He lost a couple of crewmen, then again so did we all, gunners and repair crews. Mai – Soong managed to save Liam’s bacon from the fire, but only just. The Final Fire may be a lost cause…”

She let that hang in the air.

“ Captain Kuul can have the Camden’s Folly if he’d like or another vessel if we find one. Didn’t he use the sub space power generators?”

She shook her head.

“ Of course, but there was no McTavit or Fizbark to help him. I think the one he had is salvageable, so no important loss there… Now don’t go trying to get me distracted me hearty! I came over to let you know you’re on the shelf for a while. Mister Kildro thinks that a couple of weeks and a month of Sunday’s would be the order, but he believes you won’t hold to that. I know you’re tougher than a Nezore in mating season, no question, but I can assure you that the Garinthian empire won’t be sending anything at us for a while… especially knowing what the cost of tangling with you is!”

She paused as Cafea and Cynthia came over.

“ Now is the time for you to be at ease, heal up and be a house father of sorts for a bit. No arguments captain! I’m moving in as of today and all 4, er, 5 if you count that pet Liondarg of yours, of us are going to make certain you get better and no action .. unless you count husbandly and fatherly duties, yes?”

I got a semi stern look from all four females.

“ Aye captain and mother in law mine! Understood! Would it be possible then for something to eat? I presume that’s one of the orders I’m under and wouldn’t mind having a nice dinner with you four, that is if mister Kildro won’t mind us eating here? He can join us if he’d like.”

Mister Kildro blushed and laughed.

“ I believe captain, that that’s one adventure and bit of rule breaking I won’t mind at all! In fact, I’ll find the cook and personally get things started… you do keep that Scot whiskey you like in your cabin, yes?”

I nodded laughing, but then felt a poke in my ribs as Cafea got my attention.
“ You heard the matron mister Camden! Next time, I order!”

She kissed me and put her head on my chest as the other 3 decided that was a good way to pin me down so they leapt up and joined her. Needless to say I got an extra week in bed for that, not that I minded as I saw Scy Lors grinning up at me from beneath my chin. Dinner was exceptional and mister Kildro showed me that Cynthia’s baby was right as rain, though how is beyond me unless those mini robots can keep ones equilibrium in check.

When we returned and got settled in I was allowed to stroll around the base for a few minutes at a time. I went down to the dry dock the next morning as the others were busy getting Arzkel’s things into a spare room in our flat, er, the living room was converted as the conservatory wasn’t big enough. As predicted, the Final Fire was a total wreck, though her frame was still good as was most of the outer hull. There was no bay door, however, as well as the front of the ship looked like the exterior parts were melted off as was the prow and everything up to the bridge.

Mister Fizbark told me that something called the emergency atmospheric shields came on and saved most of the crew before they wound up at the mercy of space. Captain Kuul said he took most of the damage when he had to steer right in between the two dreadnoughts while leading the pursuing fleets into a cross fire with their own people. Mai – Soong recounted that he thought the Final Fire was dead and abandoned when he arrived. He managed to get some shots off, but most of the damage was done when the cruisers had exploded and or when they accidentally shot their own command ships. I believe he said it was a gambit worthy of me! Except I wouldn’t have had that much damage taken and more than likely the 2 dreadnoughts would have been scrap metal. Liam punched Mai – Soong in the arm for that remark. Then he stated, unequivocally, that at least he was of nerve enough, had a sturdy enough ship, aside from me, and equipped enough to even dream of trying such an outrageous stunt as that.

That got captain Kuul a smack on the head from lieutenant Hafcar.

Had a vessel in your case is the operative statement! Seems to me at least he can save his ship. Also, if you’ve not noticed by now, captain Camden tends to to walk away with his vessel less scathed than you by a long shot!”

There was an awkward pause as captain Kuul looked like he was going to say something scathing in retort, but he erupted in laughter instead as the rest of us joined him.

“ Looks like we may have to have a contest of scars there mate! Ah well, I guess thanks are in order captain Mai – Soong, so I’ll buy the rounds for the evening unless captain fearless over here has a stash of spirits he’d like to share?”

I just rolled my eyes as the laughter started again.

“ Why yes captain Kuul, as a matter of reference I do! I always keep some on me for just such emergencies as saving a friend from a fate worse than the Garinthian’s, cheers lady and gents!”

I reached inside my dressing gown and pulled two bottles of wine that I got from Cafea and snuck out of the flat that we could all take part in! Never hurts to think ahead, I always say.

When I got back to the flat I was amazed to see that Arzkel had her things at least in place, if not arranged to her tastes. I manoeuvred around the throng of ladies decorating and arranging and sat down in the kitchen just in time to see a very large Carinthia on the landing outside look up and give me a greeting. I walked over to the oversized kitten and scratched her behind the ears and let her lick my face. I never was so glad to have a companion, particularly one who didn’t nag or complain, sitting with me on a lovely afternoon.

My thoughts, as she curled up at my feet into a giant puff ball, went to the Arch Nits and their dealings underground. I day dreamt of travelling on the rail line, playing with the children of the broods. Then it hit me again. I was going to be a parent sooner than later! True, I had some preparation and training, but that didn’t lessen the jitters I was having. As usual, I got lost in my thoughts and distracted just enough for one of the women to sneak up on me. I only jumped slightly, or I should say turn around quickly as Scy Lors looked in on me.

“ So, my pator, feeling okay? I see our guardian for you is on the job.”

Carinthia stirred just enough to give a low “mrowr” before rolling half way and shutting her eyes again.

“ Indeed she is, I can actually go for around ten minutes before I have to sit. If you have a moment, perhaps…”

“ No need to ask! I’d love to join you my one.”

She kissed me warmly and sat near me while putting her arm through mine.

“ You sure you wouldn’t want to try for a larger place? You lot have been really busy and despite the room we’re supposed to have its starting to feel a little cramped to move around.”

I proposed as she looked thoughtfully as the sun set behind some clouds.

“ We could go to the third platform. It was supposed to be a visitation rest stop… I think Cynthia called it a hotel?”

I nodded.

“ Correct. Pretty posh too if I recall… Then there’s the botanical garden with spare room, not to mention the train itself… Also, there is the Bernoulli with a sub space room, size of a mansion to be honest. We could, with some assistance from McTavit, move it here even.”

Another voice came from behind us inquiring.

“ Move what James?”

Cafea sat next to us giving me a squeeze and Scy Lors a kiss.

“ I was mentioning the sub space apartment on the Bernoulli, the one you, myself and Cynthia stayed in a bit briefly before we arrived here…”

Cynthia and Arzkel came out looking curiously at me.

“ What was that about the place we were in before here James?”

Cafea answered before I could.

“ He was discussing moving the sub space home we had on the Bernoulli here with help from mister McTavit. Come to think about it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea… It had 2 floors, expandable into 3, 3 bathrooms, a pool, technically a 4th bath, and plenty of room so Carinthia could move in too. We could still use the flat as a kind of business area or meeting place.”

Arzkel raised her eyebrows.

“ A sub space living quarters?! I’ve got to see that! It’d be a boon to the clan I can tell you… and us.”

I gave a thoughtful scratch of my chin.

“ Okay, I’ll check with McTavit then. Until that happy moment or not I’ll just learn to move around with care near the old living room so I won’t rouse you…”

She laughed.

“ Rouse me? I’m a deep sleeper James as Cafea can attest. Not to mention, who says I wouldn’t want to be roused by you?”

I got a strange look from Scy Lors as the other two just shared in the joke. Me, I just hugged my Arch Nit maton and prayed that my mother – in – law wasn’t serious about applying to be a wife of mine.

And so, onward… for now or until I’m on the move again..

Okay, still working on my bread and butter series ~ Camden’s Follies. Space, adventures, Pirates, Evil Empires and Ancient peoples, spousal and children troubles… My how the Camden Family Circus grows!
Despite only the cover art to show for the final installment of Elder Offensive, it’s only a matter of being energetic enough to type the ruddy thing up.
Also, finding even an Indie Publisher is getting to be a chore these days. So, Scales and Hearts must wait a while longer.
Life is indeed short, wild and ocassionally sweet. More often it’s a contest of whether my nerves will hold out or not. Book sales haven’t been quite up there yet… yet. I get word out on the primary work regularly, refuse to have to pay Amazon to do what they should from the off – their job!
I will keep exploring how to pay more than one author their fair share plus!
But that’s the future and yet to be written.

For now, I’ll keep well from the pandemic. I’ll try and find more avenues for publlishing and of course poetry will keep me on my toes.

Till the day I see ye on the trail, the science fiction or comic con panels, be well, keep writing and never give up or in. Never be cruel, nor cowardly.

Yours truly,
~ The Pirate Poet

Continued ranting… so to speak…

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To continue with my thoughts from the other day…
I’ve met and been fortunate enough to interact with some of the most talented, imaginative and gifted people the world has ever seen. I’ve seen some rise, fall and never ever be recognised. One thing is consistent – the industry hasn’t learned a thing from their gaffs,  mistakes and such. It’s one of the big reasons I push for independent artists from all mediums.
Too many have played God at the expense of the readers/audience and the authors/artists. It’s long overdue we quit deifying overblown egos and realise the big guys need to do more to sell what they have instead of wear out the readers with re-tread/carbon copies of the same codswallop over and over again.
For  me, the page is my canvas. My words are brushes, pallet and paints. My sole job is to engage the imagination and cinema of the mind of the reader. I tell the story as it is meant to be told and not out of a tired old format.
Readers today have far more options than ever – no need to deal with the rubbish that comes from the Twilight crowd. And yes, it  IS rubbish. Anything that can be outdone by its cinematic twin, discourage reading.. it’s rubbish.
Anyway, enough of my bile for the day.
I will have a list and links to help promote some of the finest in our field, newest and most enjoyable story tellers…

Until then, keep reading, writing, don’t take no for an answer, be yourself in all your creative glory and NEVER live in a can or can’t world. You’re brilliant and all you need to do is find your canvas and tools ~ GERONIMO!

~ The Pirate Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More writing, a distraction or two and of course… something of an observation… maybe.

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Oh deer! Yup, her highness has discovered deer roaming about. Not sure who was watching who, but there you are.

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My feline muse and editor cometh back for tuna… and to complain about the new neighbours *LOL *.

Okay, so I’m a tad of a maverick or revolutionary. To me, nothing is impossible, just probable or improbable. I never listen to the supposed experts – what sells, who’s proven and who’s not.
Face it, if these blokes and birds were that bright and brilliant then why can’t they sell what’s in front of them instead of making it sell – able? It’s clear  by how often they’ve gotten it wrong – obvious examples being 150 years prior when a female was told she couldn’t write a really good horror story, a former head of the department of the Oxford English Literature Department’s story about a wee person in a fantasy setting was impossible to sell and recently a story about a boy wizard coming of age and beating a powerful villain in his quest for a peaceful life was an absurd idea that could never be sold.  Yup, never tell me what can and can’t be – that’s not my world.
I never sweat the details as kids say. My concentration is on scribing the story in my heart via the language and imagination of my mind. Write! That’s what is advised or observed the most by my contemporaries. So, that’s what I do. That’s my job in life. Write. Be the fireside teller of tales in my heart and let the story be heard, read and told.
How difficult can that be? Yeah, there are moments of typing errors and such, it happens to we humans. Then again, no one just comes with perfect anything these days – especially grammar.
I simply know that the readers of my tales will be able to envision the story unfolding and enjoy it for what it is – not nit – pick or be condescending, patronising or spewers of bile, vitriol and arm chair criticism. True builders and producers never destroy. How can they ever accomplish anything? When it comes to being an author – consider twice and type as often as need be.
You’ll always find the words. Have patience with yourself and let what you want to say or be read flow from within..

For now, Adieu

~ The Pirate Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, here’s a test image for Elder Offensive…

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And before the smart arses start up … YES! I know I’m going to have to crop or otherwise the image of the eye… among a few things. Anyway, tis is a CONCEPT piece. Also, if you ave the energy and other resources to be an armchair critic – You can come up with something and donate it to me!
A long time ago, I got fed up with the ” I can do better than that ” crowd. Mainly because when push and shove came into play – they folded and fell apart like wet paper!

Anyway, that’s me progress so far… I’m thinking of a frame for the inner square since the Elder Gods are famous for warping views of reality to suit their evil purposes. ( or so the tales tell). I’m trying to incorporate microsoft paint and corel paintshop pro x8 and getting good information or hints on how to use it – all the tools – and get around a lot of minor barriers. So far, no one seems to want to be of assistance and as much as I would have hoped. Any time I DO have the funds to begin working with an artist – they’re either busy, not interested or incredibly expensive. * SIGH *
Believe me, I’d LOVE to be able to hash out the best and most profitable deal for both parties… it’s just getting people to the table. So, for now, I use what I have and make the most out of it. Thus, it’s taken years instead of months to just get the first part of book one of Camden’s Follies out, let alone a small anthology of Dragon Stories…

But for now ~ All be well and may the blessings/wishes/promises be upon you, fulfilled and granted!

~ The Pirate Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another strange day… but maybe…

Okay, here’s my conundrum –

Should I have a contest? Email entries or should I just put up a book for reward? An Ebook is simple as all it requires is an email address. A solid copy requires a mailing or physical address.
Anyway, that’s what I’m wondering for my book projects up and coming!

Now, for the strangeness –

Today was given a dreary and very disheartening forecast in the weather arena. I oft wonder if the world or nature has a long standing grudge against me due to this and other events in my life.
However…
On the writing side, I now have some fairly great ideas for Book 4 of Camden’s Follies and a more solid and plausible ending for Elder Offensive.
Right now, it’s a contest for either raising funds again for book 1 cover art or working with someone who can help me watermark lizard – like eyes over a star background as well as an image of the top of a file folder… Hmmm… Sans scanning anything new in on the image front, I’m a bit flummoxed to say the least on this..
Well, I guess I can carry on and work on it . Chin up, full steam ahead and all that!

ALLONS – Y!

 

For now, or until I see you at COSine or a ComicCon near you with books for sale and a witty repartee for the panels…

~ The Pirate Poet

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