Vampirates 6: Immortal War

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by Justin Somper


  Molucco reached out and put his hand on her wrist. It was the kind of gesture that previously might have enraged her, but now it merely silenced her as she lifted her eyes to his face. He was looking at her with genuine kindness and patience.

  “Connor Tempest isn’t here,” he said.

  AT SEA

  Connor and Grace sat in the small boat making its way across the dark velvet waters.

  “Just like old times, eh?” he said with a grin.

  She nodded. “Just like old times.”

  They had already left the coast behind them and were out in the ocean waters. But the vessel was steady and making good progress through the night. Grace watched as Connor busied himself expertly with the ropes.

  “When did you first realize you could split in two?” Grace asked him.

  Connor continued working on the ropes as his face turned toward her, illuminated by the full moon. “It first happened during the recapture of The Diablo.” He paused, trapping a bit of rope in his mouth, as he knotted another section. “Then, Jacoby and I had this fight,” he continued. “Over Jasmine, of course, and it happened again. So I knew, going into the last battle, that it was a possibility.” He came to join her at the center of the boat again. “After what you told me about the prophecy, I knew it was my destiny to fight Sidorio. But I was down at the other end of the ship. I couldn’t get to him—not by conventional means—before Cheng Li and the others beat me to it. When the split happened, one of me was able to speed to the center of the ship, while the other one jumped overboard to make my escape.”

  Grace nodded. “Did you know that the one taking on Sidorio was destined to be killed?”

  Connor’s eyes met his sister’s. “Yes, I think so. I’ve foreseen my death several times. The pieces of the jigsaw seemed to fit. That’s why it seemed a good idea for my other self to get the hell out of there and wait out the rest of the battle.” A dark look clouded his face. “My only regret is the hurt I’ve caused to Jasmine, Bo Yin, and the others.”

  Grace smiled reassuringly. “Perhaps it’s better this way. After all, you are going to disappear from their lives for quite some time.”

  He nodded. “Yes, according to your book, it’ll take seven years. Seven years of wandering the world, encountering no one I know, and I’ll rid myself of the dhampir gene.” His eyes were bright. “When I come back, I’ll be a mortal again.”

  Grace felt a rise of emotion at his words. The thought of being apart from him for seven years was hard to bear. But she knew how much he yearned to become mortal once more. If this was what it took to bring her brother back a sense of peace, it was well worth it.

  “It’s your book now,” she said. “I want you to keep it with you during this time away. It will comfort me greatly to know you’re not completely alone.”

  “Thank you,” he said, sliding closer toward her. “I’ll come and find you, you know,” he said. “The moment my seven years are up.”

  She nodded, determined not to cry. “You better!” she said. “And just think what adventures you’ll have to tell me about then.”

  “Yes.” He nodded. She could see how filled with conviction he was for this fresh journey.

  “I’d better go,” she said. “Someone’s knocking on my door.”

  “I think I can guess who that might be!” Connor grinned. “I wish I could have been there for the wedding—nice dress, by the way—but it’s better like this.”

  Grace nodded. All things considered, he was right.

  “And I wish I could hug you good-bye properly!” Connor added.

  “That’s the problem with these astral visits,” Grace said. She brought her hand to his cheek and, though it did not make conventional physical contact, still the gesture comforted them both. “Travel safe,” she said.

  “You, too!”

  Grace watched as his eyes turned back toward the ocean. It shimmered with reflections of the moon and stars. Comforted that her brother’s future was now assured, Grace exited the boat and returned to her cabin on board The Nocturne.

  The knocking at her door had grown louder. She jumped down from the bed and opened it. Darcy Flotsam floated into the room, looking more beautiful than ever before.

  “Oh, Darcy!” Grace said. “Jet Jetsam is a very lucky man!”

  Darcy flushed with pleasure. “I’m the lucky one, Grace. I never thought this night would come. And now, of course, I’m a bundle of nerves!”

  “Come here!” Grace said, grateful that she could hug Darcy for real. As she held her close, she thought once more of her brother, making his way on the beginnings of his seven-year odyssey.

  “What are you thinking about?” Darcy asked her. “Or rather, who?”

  “Connor,” Grace admitted.

  “Of course,” Darcy said, her face suddenly grave. “I understand.”

  “But look.” Grace wiped away her tear. “This is your night, Darcy. We’ve waited a long time for it, and there’s something I want to do for you.”

  “What’s that?” Darcy inquired, intrigued.

  Grace reached up her hands and unclasped the chain around her neck. Catching the locket she had been given by Connor many months earlier, she held it out toward her friend. “Something borrowed,” she said. As Darcy glanced at her in surprise and delight, Grace added, “It seems about time I lent you something of mine!”

  As Grace was fastening the locket around Darcy’s neck, there was another knock at the door.

  “Come in!” cried Grace.

  “We’re all ready for you!” Lorcan said, hovering at the cabin door, looking off-the-scale handsome in his tuxedo and Grace’s favorite ice-blue cravat.

  “Oh, no!” Darcy cried. “You mustn’t see me! It’s bad luck!”

  Lorcan laughed. “Now, now, Darcy. You’re marrying Mr. Jetsam, remember? No more bad luck for you.” He took her in his arms.

  “Of course,” she said. “How silly! See what a state I’m in?”

  “You look very beautiful, Miss Flotsam,” Lorcan said. “Just think—that’s the last time I shall call you that. From now on, you’ll be known as Mrs. Jetsam.”

  “Yes.” Darcy smiled. “Yes, I suppose I shall.” She seemed calmer now. Over her shoulder, Lorcan grinned at Grace. “Speaking of beautiful… Grace Tempest, you are a picture to behold!”

  Grace rose to her feet. “Why, thank you,” she said as he stepped forward to kiss her. It began as a brief brushing of their lips but soon developed into something more.

  “Come on!” Darcy said. “People, we have a wedding to get to. Mine!”

  Lorcan and Grace broke off their kiss, laughing.

  “Off you go!” Grace pushed him away playfully. “We’ll see you up on deck.”

  Lorcan nodded. “It’s a beautiful night,” he said. “The stars have all come out for you, Darcy.” He turned to go, then had a fresh thought. “Oh, and Tempest, a word to the wise…”

  Grace was busily gathering up the edges of Darcy’s train. “Yes?” she said, glancing up at Lorcan. “What is it, Furey?”

  Lorcan grinned. “Just so you know, I’ve put down good money on you catching the wedding bouquet. I trust you won’t let me down!”

  As he winked at her, Grace thought his eyes had never looked so blue. They were eyes you could never tire from looking at—as deep and constant and infinite as the ocean itself. In her head, Grace heard a familiar whisper.

  So it ends, so it begins.

  Also by Justin Somper

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  Contents

  FRONT COVER IMAGE

  WELCOME

  DEDICATION

  PROLOGUE: FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO

  1: TICK-TOCK

  2: MOLUCCO’S HEIRS

  3: KILLING PIRATES

  4: EMPTY CHAIRS

  5: NEW ALLEGI
ANCES

  6: MOONSHINE’S PROPOSAL

  7: CASUALTIES

  8: THE NOCTURNAL PATIENT

  9: DEPUTIES

  10: MIND GAMES

  11: CAMP DECIMATION

  12: THE TURNING OF THE TIDE

  13: THE LOST BOYS

  14: BROUGHT TO BOOK

  15: SHOWDOWN

  16: SILENT ASSASSINS

  17: DEADLY EMBRACE

  18: PLANS INTERRUPTED

  19: REUNION

  20: A GREAT LOSS

  21: INVISIBLE WOUNDS

  22: BRIEF ENCOUNTER

  23: WALKING WOUNDED

  24: RETURN FROM THE DEAD

  25: BIRTHING PAINS

  26: AFTER MIDNIGHT

  27: THE VORTEX

  28: RETURN TO THE NOCTURNE

  29: CELEBRATIONS

  30: LORDS OF THE SEVEN OCEANS

  31: MINOR ADJUSTMENTS

  32: LOVE AND DEATH

  33: DIVISIONS

  34: LADY LOLA TURNS THE CARDS

  35: THE LAST FEAST NIGHT

  36: UNDER ATTACK

  37: OBLIVION

  38: THE FOUR CARDINALS

  39: THE ACE IN THE HOLE

  40: PROTOCOL NINE

  41: THE DESCENT

  42: WOUNDS

  43: THE LOST BUCCANEER

  44: GOOD-BYES AT DAWN

  45: NEW BEGINNINGS

  ALSO BY JUSTIN SOMPER

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Text copyright © 2011 by Justin Somper

  Cover hand lettering by Leah Palmer Preiss

  Interior illustrations by Jon Foster

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