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Arya of Sundried Hope

Arya of Sundried Hope

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Action and Thriller
Editing By: Auri Winters Michele Philips Captain James Shaw was well loved and well merchant. A merchant who had many secrets which he wished passed onto his daughter, Arya. The one way the captain liked to pass on his ideas was through stories. He told Arya of a grand treasure. A treasure in the form of a jam, now it was not just an old jam. It was a jam that could cure any illness, grant you any wish you had, and it could make you live forever. The downfall was no one knew where it was nor liked the favor all too much. But it jam a treasure worth traveling the world over to find.
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(COMPLETED SHORT STORY) They call me Captain Seraphine, and the Moonfang answers only to me. I don't sail for glory. I don't sail for gold. I sail to find what killed my father. He died chasing a treasure buried deep in the sea - a place the sane don't go. The Forbidden Abyss. I've never been accused of being sane. Gods, my mother is a witch and my father a pirate. Orric. My second-in-command. Loyal, lethal, and handsomely irritating. He watches me like he knows what I'm hiding. Follows me like he'd walk into hell at my side. I need his blade - not his smirk. And definitely not the way he says my name when no one else is listening. I can't afford distractions. Not when something in the Abyss is waiting for me. Calling me by name. And promising I won't leave the same woman I was when I entered.

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