Two days later, the double-masted caravel made its way past the breakwater and out onto the open ocean. Trajan stood near the stern and looked back at the mainland, wondering how long this next leg would take, and how this next Roberts would receive them. Both Inigo and Westley doubted Archard was
“There now, have a rest,” Westley said, helping Trajan into a sitting position on the bed. “I don’t want to impose on anyone. I’m quite alright to continue on.” “Perhaps, but there are logistical matters. Inigo, how about it?” “He, logistics?” A voice came from the doorway. “Did you not see the
Chapter 4 Another Dread Pirate Roberts (part 3) Before he could set down his goblet Inigo was upon him, brandishing his sword in Trajan’s face and causing the young man to stumble backward to escape, knocking small pieces of pottery, tools, and unshaped steel rods across the floor. “En garde, Guilderian! En
Chapter 4 Another Dread Pirate Roberts (part 2) “These are marvelous,” Westley said, looking at the array of swords along the walls and scattered on tables. “Did you craft them all?” Inigo thumped down into a chair. “Craft, craft, what know I of craftsmanship? These are sharp paperweights.” Looking into the distance,
Trajan ate, apprehensive at first, subtly sniffing the food and drink placed before him, convinced he was about to be poisoned. But the family’s drinks were poured from the same pitchers as his, and their food was served from the same platters. The servants smiled and greeted Trajan like he was royalty,
I had to decide: How much damage can an enraged chicken to do my face? How did I get here? Mrs. Guerra had been threatening chickens ever since we bought this property five years ago. I had flat out refused them because I don’t like walking in chicken ssssstuff. However, seeing the
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Trajan watched the sky as his ferry approached the dock. Several large birds circled the harbor and one made a sharp dive into the sea, then bobbed back to the surface with a fish twice its length clamped in its beak. “Is it true the ptarmadactyls attack humans?” “Yah. Haven’t ya never