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The Pirate's Bride (WATTY AWARDS 2012 WINNER; A WATTPAD READING LIST CHOICE)

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                                                     The Pirate’s Bride—Chapter 1

 

                He’d been summoned. Summoned for an audience with the Commandant of the Brotherhood of the Coasts. No pirate ignored a summons; especially if the Commandant of the Brotherhood happened to be your father. It bode ill for Andre Dubois to go to his father, since they had little or no contact in usual circumstances, but the summons could not be disregarded. So, under extreme duress and trepidation, Captain Andre Dubois, pirate lord of the Caribbean, pulled up anchor from lawless Port Royal and adventured to New Orleans where his father, pirate Commandant Louis Dubois resided.

 

               Second guessing his paternal relative was a lesson in futility, yet Andre still made the attempt. He stood at the wheel on their last night out and pondered aloud the reasons for the request with his first mate and some time friend, Spanish renegade Pedro de Gallo; a made up name to be sure, but in the Caribbean, whose wasn’t?

 

                “Do you think he is finally retiring, Capitan?” queried Pedro, a short, bulky Spaniard of dubious descent with thinning hair and viciously pointed goatee. Handling the wheel most of the time fell to him, but this moment his captain gently hip-bumped him out of the way, taking control of his ship with a sigh of contentment marred only by the reminder of the upcoming visit. Andre stood tall and straight before the wheel, dark, shoulder length hair pulled back in a loose plait threatening to unravel in the stiff wind before them. Raven-fringed eyes lined with sooty kohl to reflect the setting sun’s glare scanned the western horizon, while steady, pitch-stained hands adjusted course minutely.

 

                “Not a chance, Master G. Not a chance,” Andre scoffed, knowing that with his father, nothing would be as simple as retirement. No, whatever waited for him in New Orleans, it would not be what he desired, that was for damn sure.

 

                “He may want a bigger percentage of our plunder,” Andre mused, knowing instinctively that idea was not the reason, either. De Gallo glanced up at his captain, eyes narrowed.

 

                “From his own son?”

 

                Tossing an amused glance at his first mate, Andre drawled, “But of course, Mon Ami. We make money; Le Commandant makes money off of us. You should know that by now. No one gets rich except Le Commandant. We will just have to wait and see tomorrow.”

 

                Andre frowned, even as his first mate excused himself to go below.

 

                                                                               ***

 

                Le Commandant Louis Dubois’ private residence lay in the center of the Vieux Carre behind Madame Thibodaux’s brothel, separated by a lovely courtyard and trickling fountain. Andre first passed through the bordello, smiling engagingly to his favorites and raising interested brows to newcomers within the house, but not stopping to chat up any of them, much to their dismay. Captain Dubois made a fine appearance in his weathered tricorn hat, stolen British officer’s coat (albeit frayed around the hem and cuffs) fluttering around his thighs, and over-the-knee calf-skin boots.

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Chapter 1

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Johnny Deppas Andre Dubois
Rachel Weisz (from The Mummy)as Sophie Bellard Dubois
Hector Elizondo (portly)as Pedro de Gallo
Leonardo DiCaprio (from Titanic)as Limey
Keith Richardsas Louis Dubois

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