◆◆◆ Berendt lay covered in dirt, his right hand and arm the only thing above ground besides his head. His hand and arm were stretched and tied to a small tree, the rope around his wrist. The tree was behind his head, out of view. …
Read More“Marooned” from my book, Pirate Tales . . . (just a taste of the tale).
Well, here I sit starin’ out to sea, much like ever’ other day. Been here goin’ on three years or so. Name’s Ketchum, by the by. There was plenty a time to get to that, I reckon, but might as well get it over …
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