My excerpt is from my novel “On A Lee Shore” and carries on directly from last week. Kit Penrose, ex-navy and now a very reluctant pirate, has been awoken by someone trying to put their hand in his pants. He lashes out then realises that he has clobbered Denny, a ‘natural’ creature and the boat’s unofficial mascot, who was talked into doing it by Wigram, the bo’sun and a thoroughly nasty piece of work.
Wigram looked stunned that anyone should attempt to hit him. He reached for his pistol, but Kit clubbed it from his hand and closed with him, pounding a fist under his ribs, and blocking Wigram’s blow with his forearm. Wigram may have been a pirate, but he didn’t know any dirty tricks that weren’t practiced every day in the berths of an English war ship, and Kit soon had him on the back foot. As they struggled to damage each other, hands reached to pull them away and other men got between them.
“Damn your eyes,” Wigram swore. “Did you see that, lads – he hit poor Denny—for nothing—and then went for me.”
“I…I…” Kit was almost incoherent with anger. He spat blood—the cut on his lip had opened again—and strained against the hands holding him, but the two stocky Welshmen hoisted him up until his feet barely touched the floor.
Kit has a temper *nods*
PS I’ll be giving away a copy of On a Lee Shore to a commenter on Wednesday March 13th because that’s my anniversary of starting this blog. You have been warned!