“Are ye sure you’re aye a pirate?” Iseabail groused. “Pardon?” “Tha’, too. When ye broke me out of jail, I thought there’d be less apologizin’. And tha’ I’d aye get tae be meaner.” Cannon turned down another broad, tree-lined avenue. … Continue reading
“Ach, fresh air.” Iseabail threw her head back and breathed in deeply. Cannon could hardly disagree. Honolulu was not an infrequent port of call for the Long Nines, and if any of his crew didn’t like the place, he didn’t … Continue reading
Dinner wore on through the evening. The conversation turned to the topic of archeology. Cannon, though he hadn’t been back to the Subcontinent after stealing Inconstant in late ’25, nevertheless remembered enough about the place to invent a series of … Continue reading
The stewards whisked the soup dishes away and replaced them with plates. The main course seemed to be a straightforward chicken cutlet. Cannon let his sit for a moment. “Mr. Wailani, did you hear Schmeling’s latest fight?” Wailani looked up … Continue reading
“Did ye have any trouble gettin’ intae the city?” Iseabail asked. Volkov looked to Kopeikin, who spoke. “Comrade Volkov’s English is…” He rocked his hand back and forth. “When we came to the city, we found remains of old … Continue reading
Cannon and Iseabail had barely exchanged pleasantries with Wailani before the stewards made their signal. The trio proceeded to the table and found the placards marking their places. Cannon pulled out Iseabail’s chair, and they sat. “What a delight to … Continue reading
Iseabail regarded Cannon with some skepticism. “Cannae ye tie yer tie any straighter?” Cannon lifted his chin and looked at his neck in the mirror. “It isn’t any different than it’s been.” “Aye, but we were nae tryin’ tae fit … Continue reading
Cannon passed a few hours in the lounge, paging through an English-language volume of Chekhov’s greatest hits. Despite the Soviet translators’ best efforts to cloud matters, Cannon could see the author’s skill. He made a note to find an edition … Continue reading
“Wha’, tha’ easy?” Iseabail sipped from her teacup. She sat across from Cannon at a table in the corner of the lounge, far from anyone else. Nevertheless, they spoke in low tones. Two plates were stacked between them. Out the … Continue reading
The captain was quiet. He turned through the folio slowly, reading a few lines here and there. “You are Dr. Smith, then?” Cannon blinked. “A Mr. Wailani told me I might get visit from you.” “A new acquaintance of mine,” … Continue reading
