|My Painting for my Book and Game "The Brethren and Pirates of Islas Cuevas"|
In 1664, atop a huge outcropping rock that towered above the waves below, was a cave hidden high above, where our band of orphan brethren lived. We were just a few of the orphans of Islas Cuevas - those survivors of the wars between the buccaneers, pirates and Spanish. We also considered ourselves Brethren of the Coast, along with those others who lived such wild and independent lives in the Caribbean. There were six brethren in Gilberto's Clan - Henry, Alexander, Maria, Philip, Ben and myself - Christopher. Eight, if you counted Poppy the dog and Jako the parrot. And there was Don Gilberto too, Maria's uncle who became like a father to us. He took great interest in helping us when he was home from his travels abroad. Henry was French, Alexander and myself were English, Ben was Scottish and Maria and Philip were Spanish. And despite the fact that we all came
Mm from different backgrounds, our need for companionship and survival brought us together.
This is the story that I, Christopher, have written about our curious lives. Now as I had come outside for the hourly watch, I could not help but notice how the strong sea breeze whistled past my ear as I looked out over the high cliff at the crashing waves below. All was clear. I would return and give word to the others. No pirates or buccaneers were in the area but my musket was loaded at my side just in case.*
Look for the next entry of The Brethren and Pirates of Islas Cuevas to read the rest.
Thanks for your comments!
*This is a fictional work
Copywritten by Albion Derbyshire 2014
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