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by Olive Creed


  Torrin frowned. “What do you mean? A merchant ship?”

  “No, goody-two-shoes. A pirate crew.” Ace grinned. “We’re getting help from the pirates.”

  Special thanks to everyone who has stuck with me during this journey. This dream has been a long time in coming, but now we’re finally here!

  Olive lives on a small farm surrounded by way too many birds of all kinds. When she’s not serving as a perch for her chickens or listening to a screaming sun conure, she’s either cooking or typing away furiously in her ever expanding fantasy world.

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