Author: nenya62189 PM
Newlyweds Deryn and Alek are off to another adventure per Doctor Barlow's request. New bonds are forged as friends and allies both old and new accompany them while dark magic, old enemies, and beasties of a dark and ancient nature arise. All the while, they search for a fabled and seemingly impossible-to-find treasure. Sequel to Tikal!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Deryn S. & Alek F. - Chapters: 31 - Words: 84,162 - Reviews: 220 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 29 - Updated: 04-16-13 - Published: 09-03-12 - id: 8493556
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Hello, my friends!
So, after starting a lot of the chapters for this and adding a million plotlines (not really, but there is A LOT more I need to touch on than in Tikal!), I can tell you that this story is going to be LONG. I don't even know how many chapters. I had planned on at least trying to get most of it done and then post it, but as that obviously didn't happened and I promised everyone September, we're going to do chapter-by-chapter. So I'm sorry to anyone that hates that, but I promise I will be strict on myself on updating!
Now, on with the rest of my author's note. (Does anyone really read this? I don't even read them at the beginnings of stories!) I have done so much reading about pirates, alchemy, Russian fairytales, islands, and Japan. It is all so interesting, and if you feel inclined to do so, you should, too!
***And if you haven't read Tikal, the first part of this installment, this one might be confusing. Not that I'm discouraging you from reading this (by no means am I!), but ye be warned. :)***
And speaking of Tikal, the fabulous, wonderful, meritorious Jett-Wolfe98 used her magical talents and drew up a sketch of Cocijo that is EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE HIM. It's extraordinary. It's dyn-O-MITE! And I am SO excited about it. Seriously, she showed me when she started it and I collapsed in a fit of unbearable joy. I came completely undone when I saw the finished product. Thank you, Jett! The link to it is on my profile! Go look! :)
And because I'm here, I will respond to your lovely review,Cita! :)
You are most welcome! THANK YOU for reading! I am seriously so honored that you said that! I always loved reading your reviews; you always have something nice to say and have great suggestions! I hope you like this next story just as much! :) Guate is awesome! Someday I must visit as you did; I simply must! You are awesome, and thank you again; truly.
All original characters and storyline belong to Scott Westerfeld; I own nothing!
"Steady now, lads!" the bo'sun shouts as the men clumsily lower the last chest into the ground without falling in themselves. Somehow, they manage it and climb back onto the ledge and begin covering everything in the space with dirt and rocks. The captain watches them carefully, stroking the white cat in her arms.
A twig snaps, alarming her. She sighs when she sees it's only a bird fluttering away. False alarm. Though, they shouldn't be wasting time. There's no telling what sort of beast could be nearby..
"Pick up the pace!" she orders as Zephyrus jumps from her arms rubs himself against her legs affectionately.
The men oblige obediently. They know well that she didn't earn her title as the Siren of the Seas by just bossing people about.
She looks around again, checking for any torchlight in the distant. If he finds them, it's all over…
Of course, that was highly unlikely, but she couldn't help but be paranoid. This was her island; no one else could find it without the map. And even if someone did manage to get a hold of that, Zeus help them if they came here. It wasn't called Isle Moros for nothing.
"What 'bout that piece, Cap?" says one of the crew, motioning to the trinket in her palm.
She studies the treasure she's currently holding carefully. "I've got another spot in mind for this one, lads."
"Lead the way! No worries, Cap'n! We won't tell no one."
There's only one way to make sure of that she thinks to herself. She tosses and catches the last piece of treasure in her hand. This isn't just any treasure; this piece deserves it's very own hiding place. She worked far too hard to obtain it just to toss it in the ground.
She slips it in her pouch, reaches to both of the holsters at her thighs and takes out her pistols, one for each hand.
"No, you won't."
Systematically, she eliminates all the witnesses.
After all, dead men tell no tales.