1722-Chapter One“Hold still!”1722-Chapter One
“But, Mama-”
Florencia winced as Pia’s needle pricked her again. The old woman knelt at her feet, sewing the last of the family jewellery into Florencia’s voluminous skirts. Pia pinned an antique brooch to one of her shifts and fastened it on more tightly with some threads before scooping up another necklace and stitching it on along the hem.
“Why do I have to have all the jewellery?” Florencia burst. “Surely it would be safer with Aunt-?”
She sighed and sunk inside her dress as her mother ignored her in fav
1722-PrologueI was eleven when the pirates attacked. Margarita was barely nine. Our mother was wed a-new to the Frenchman who captained our vessel. My and Rita’s father, the Conde de Santiago de Cuba, had been dead for five years that summer. We slipped out from Habana under the cover of darkness and set sail for the colony of Sainte-Domingue. My mother had relatives there, French ones, in a town called Milot, where she hoped to hide us from the King of Spain. My father had been deemed to be a traitor because he chose to do act where his Majesty refused to. The great treasure fleets stopped on our shores, bound for the Old World that I have never bee1722-Prologue
Heaven's Gate| What's there to say? I'm English, and my hobbies including being a bookworm and photography (though not brilliant photography, as you can see). I am a history fanatic too; most aspects of history, namely British between 1066-1888 float my boat, though i am fondest of daily life history, esp. in the Early Modern and Industrial ages. My other major hobby is writing. I love to writes stories, and have written things as diverse as horror, history, sci-fi and fantasy. You can find many examples in various stages of completion and drafts, in my gallery. Hopefully, one of these, my hexology, the Storm Six (about life in the 18th Century) will be published. And now I'll shut up. |
July...
You have a reprieve! Celebrate! 
Said family circumstances combined with a pre-existing health prob of my own (aggravated by the weather here in Britain) is making it pretty hard for me to come up with anything-but I will try. Promise 
Defeated
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My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. *Psalm 62:7
Check out my pirate story: To Where the Map Leads
Thank you for the
"Pt. Sublime, North Rim" [link]
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Smile...It confuses people.
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Please have a look at my gallery
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Baby cheetah!
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