by Parker King
Trouble Over the High Seas
The tension broke away from the helm with a jolt. Mittens the Salty Dog, well accustomed to the consequences of lax reflexes in such a situation, released his grasp. He stamped to an upright position as he bellowed a hearty chuckle. No one heard his cutthroat croon over the blasts of cannons, blunderbusses, and the…
Torn Away
Day 224, 0630: Waiting for people to finish singing “Happy Birthday” is the most awkward experience a human being can have.
Whiskey Gunboat Rebellion
I’d been on Rabbit Skull Island not two days after the Hurricane of ’53 when I met the rest of my life aboard The Rebellion. Ma’d sent me down from Bourbon with the season’s harvest and a tied-together raft of old logs, saying…