

Aurum - Chapter 6AURUM . a curse reborn .Aurum - Chapter 6
- chapter 6 -
Without another word, the man motioned to Myra to follow as he turned to leave the pub. Myra indeed felt some relief, glad to get out of this repulsive place, but was only to find the world beyond the tavern walls was no better.
The streets outside were as wild as ever. Coming from a modern (meaning 21st century) and fairly wealthy neighborhood, Myra was once again shocked by what she saw. When first setting foot in Tortuga Myra had a definite mission and that was what guided her. There had been no time to stop and look around. Now, partly on her way to untang


Aurum - Chapter 5AURUM . a curse reborn .Aurum - Chapter 5
- chapter 5 -
The captain refused to bring the boat up to the dock. At the time, Myra couldn't understand why, though in just a few minutes she would be entirely sympathetic. If she were captain of a ship, she wouldn't association with a place like this either. Unfortunately, Myra was to realize this in a most difficult and unpleasant way.
Several men hesitantly offered to take a longboat and row their departing company safely to the shore, and Myra had no choice but to accept. The short trip to the docks was a painfully awkward one. She couldn't quite determine exactly wha


Aurum - Chapter 4AURUM . a curse reborn .Aurum - Chapter 4
- chapter 4 -
The next twenty-four hours dragged by like days. Gray clouds hung low over the ocean and a warm mist was suspended above the water. There was a fair breeze tugging at the sails, and the ship would rock gently with the waves. This odd, stomach-churning rhythm took some getting used to. So much getting used to that Myra threw up several times before she grew even the slightest bit accustomed to its nauseating motony.
Myra was no longer wearing her pajamas. You can be sure she changed out of them the first chance she got. Being on a ship full of men while wearing


Aurum - Chapter 3AURUM . a curse reborn .Aurum - Chapter 3
- chapter 3 -
She coule hear the rushing of ocean waves, could smell the saltiness of the brisk sea air. A gentle breeze whispered over Myra's face, softly coaxing her from a peaceful sleep.
Her eyes opened. All around her was a deep, inky darkness. She was outside, it seemed, but the moon and stars were covered with a blanket of cloud. There was no light to guide her. She couldn't see. . . Couldn't tell where she was. What happened to her room? Instantly she told herself that she'd had a crazy dream and had walked outside in her sleep. Did that explanation make sense? Of
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