Ara
by B.R. Eddy
Release
Date: Fall 2014
339
pages
Summary
from Goodreads:
Ara Vertrees is an advisor to the King
in Jimalia, a thriving island nation in the middle of a vast ocean. Her macaws
are trained to fly home to the palace to repeat confidential information. When
their messages become more and more troubling, she finds herself in the middle
of a crisis she never expected. Ara's story is full of adventure, friendship,
mystery, love and loss. Join Ara and her companions as they fight pirates,
uncover deception, find love and fight for Jimalia.
Excerpt
She
paused mid-sentence. Captain Upshaw and the mate seemed to focus off
in the distance and an unease settled across the helm. Ara glanced
over her shoulder in the direction of their attention and saw a
schooner.
The
vessel wasn’t very large, perhaps large enough for a crew of forty
or fifty and equipped for short trips. It was beautiful, its size and
sharply angled sails gave it a fleetness only a schooner could boast.
It had appeared seemingly out of nowhere very close to the Prestige.
It
was not unusual to see another vessel in these busy waters. Ara stole
another quick glance at the captain, they were still eyeing it
suspiciously. Now the helmsman had sweat on his brow with his eyes
darting back and forth between Upshaw and Lowery, desperate for
direction.
Beginning
to feel very unsettled, Ara stepped closer to them and looked back at
the ship. She couldn’t pick out what was so suspicious about it.
The sails were bright white, the King’s flag snapped in the wind
against the bright cloudless sky, sailors milled busily on deck. The
name Undertow
was painted brightly high on the hull.
She
turned to them again, “Do you recognize it?”
Upshaw
nodded, “Looks like the Wavebreaker.
Pirates took her a few winters ago from the Larkman Company.”
“Captain?”
Elliott stood aggressively as he saw the King’s flag slowly being
lowered. Ara jumped, she had never seen him posture that way. Her
heart leapt to her throat. Pirates? They couldn’t possibly dare
challenging a ship like this.
Upshaw
growled, “Hard to port. Man the guns. Passengers below.”
The
helmsman twisted the wheel hard as Elliott bellowed out orders. At
the same time, the sailor on watch shouted alarm and rang a bell
loudly as he pointed. Terror set into her as she watched the black
flag hoisted.
Women
screamed, crew shouted as they manned guns, herded passengers and
scurried up the rigging to respond to the helm. The great ship
whipped around bravely. The captain had furious eyes. Livid that
anyone would dare try to raise a challenge for the ship.
Ara
darted down the staircase. She made straight for the stalls, Trekker
was startled by the commotion and flew off into the sky.
She
leaned up against Fellow’s stall door and reached over to touch his
face. Unlike the other animals that were bucking and spinning and
clearly disrupted by the uproar, Fellow looked around tensely,
swiveling his ears at the noise.
Rivan
rounded the corner, “Ara, what’s happening?”
She
didn’t even notice how he called her by her first name, “Pirates
are approaching us.”
A
gun went off and the sound of it rocked her body with fear. She
dropped to the deck trembling violently. This couldn’t possibly be
happening. Surely the captain wouldn’t allow the ship to be
boarded, surely they outmatched the other vessel, surely they
wouldn’t be able to board a ship with forty guns, surely the
pirates would realize their error and sail away.
Ara
had never experienced fear like this before. In all her life she had
control, confidence and influence. It was all happening so suddenly.
“My birds!” She wailed like a child.
Rivan
took her shoulders firmly and she looked up at him with tears in her
eyes. His hands were steady and strong, his eyes clear and focused,
“Let’s go.” He said simply. He heaved her up onto her feet just
as pirates began climbing grappling lines they had thrown over the
port rail. Prestige
crew rushed up with axes to cut the lines but the first few arm
lengths were made of chain.
Ara
stopped breathing as she watched the pirates cut them down.
Blood
splattered the deck.
Rivan
jerked her arm and drew her away from the melee. He rushed her up the
staircase towards her cabin. She got a hold of herself, got her feet
under her and ran with him as she pulled out her key. She jammed the
key in the door just as another gun went off. It wasn’t a ship’s
gun, it was one of the fearsome Cinlandian hand guns that pirates
were so feared for. Jimalians didn’t have the technology to make a
cannon small enough to carry. A sword was no protection from a pirate
with a hand held gun that he could point directly at you without
having to maneuver an entire ship to do so.
She
threw herself into her cabin and Rivan slammed the door behind them.
She rushed over to the bird cages, trying to decide what to do. She
decided that she had to let them fly. Hopefully they would manage to
find their way back to Capital. If not… well… there was certainly
no hope for them here.
She
threw the window open and stepped up to Seven’s cage, they were on
his route home and he had the best chance of gaining his bearings and
leading the others back to Capital. He stepped up on her arm nicely
but she lost his cooperation at the window and had to force him out
as he shrieked in protest. With worry and regret in her heart she
thrust them out one by one, willing them to fly home.
Tears
streamed down her eyes, would she ever see them again? The door to
her cabin was smashed open. She screamed deliriously and covered her
ears. Rivan grabbed her shoulder and rushed them back outside.
Gunshots were going off left and right. Fear coursed through her
body. There was chaos and blood everywhere. Screaming and shouting
filled her senses. Was this how it ended for her? She clung
desperately to Rivan. Her instinct was to climb, but she didn’t
dare leave Rivan. They darted across the waist and up the staircase
towards the bow.
About the Author
My name is Brit and I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California. My work with animals brought macaws into my life. They frightened me, moved me, hurt me, loved me and made me grow. I hope that my novel will help people understand these birds better! They are breathtaking and intelligent, but do not make good pets for most families. They require a lot of space and attention, can be very destructive and can easily outlive you. They can be incredible companions to the right people. Please keep all these things in mind when considering a macaw as a pet!"
My name is Brit and I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California. My work with animals brought macaws into my life. They frightened me, moved me, hurt me, loved me and made me grow. I hope that my novel will help people understand these birds better! They are breathtaking and intelligent, but do not make good pets for most families. They require a lot of space and attention, can be very destructive and can easily outlive you. They can be incredible companions to the right people. Please keep all these things in mind when considering a macaw as a pet!"
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