Here is a little excerpt from the beginning of chapter one in Dragons on the Sea, the fourth book in my Stone Dragon Saga, and this year’s NaNoWrimo effort. I am doing things differently with this storyline, and I’ve added several new characters to help me along (well..they added themselves, I just wrote what they told me!) I hope that you enjoy it and have a Blessed Day.
“We better shove off soon or Old Man Janxon will have our hides,” Flynn idly tossed playing cards toward his brother’s hat, which lay abandoned on a sturdy wooden table nearby.
“Aye, and it’s his own fault it is for making us wait on this mystery navigator of his,” Flynn’s twin brother, Garron O’Mager paced the deck, as nervous as Flynn was relaxed. “The rest of the crew is already aboard, squared, and restless to be on the go. Whoever it is coming, he had better hurry ot I’ll set out without him!”
“Easy there big boy,” A voice as deep and smooth as dark oak slid across the cabin, interrupting Garron in mid-rant. “My flight was delayed this morning so the car hit rush hour traffic in San Antonio. Didn’t Grandpa George call to let you know I’d be late? He PROMISED he would.”
“Grandpa George?” Flynn finally found his voice, “Do you mean George Janxson? Why would he tell us anything about your flight? Who are you anyway? Little girl, I think you have the wrong ship.”
Even Flynn’s Irish brogue, normally buried under years of living on the Texas coastline, came out in thick, affronted waves when confronted with a quandary, which this situation DEFINITELY was.
Smiling at the obviously befuddled looks on the two handsome faces in front of her, the smoky voiced sailor slid into an unoccupied chair. “I guess that means he didn’t tell you so….SURPRISE!” She threw her hands up in the air with a sarcastic mock smile twisting her features. “My name is Nickel Janxson and I will be your navigator for this little endeavor.”
“Nickel??” Garron raised an eyebrow at her name, inviting an explanation which, with a long suffering sigh, she provided quickly, on one large draw of breath.
“I was born two weeks early and my father had dental work done less than an hour before he had to rush mother to the hospital. When the nurse asked him what my name was, he was still so swollen that Nichole sounded like Nickel. When he and Mom saw the birth certificate later, they thought it was a beautifully unique name and stuck me with it so that I would have to tell this story to every new person I met for the rest of my life.”
“Interesting,” Garron inclined his head in a tense sort of acknowledgement and greeting, “I am Garron and that great lazy buffoon is Flynn, and we are the O’Mager brothers, for whom you will be working.”
Nickel turned bright grey eyes to stare harshly at Garron, “Let us get one tiny thing straight right now gentlemen. George Janxson is funding this little voyage of yours and, as he hired me, I work FOR him. I will, however, me more than happy to work with you two.”
“Feisty,” Flynn murmured approvingly, earning himself a head slap from his twin, “Good, you’ll need that attitude to survive on board with the lot of no account men we have on right now! It will be three days before we get to the keys, and around three weeks before we pick up anyone else, so the other female you’ve got on board will be Cacia, our cat.”