English, Female Audiobook VO, YA Fantasy, First Person
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Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Sturm Hunt holstered his weapon, and smiled pleasantly. Amazing. How quickly a ship feels crowded. No, he reached out and gave the giant and the girl each a pat on the shoulder. You did! Well! He said quietly. Their attention was still on Ivan. The girls fists were clenched. I don't want trouble, the captain warned, understood. They exchanged a glance, then nodded grudgingly. Good, said Sturm Hunt. Get back to work. I'll take her below decks, they noted again. Then, to my surprise, they each sketched a quick bow to me before they departed. Are they related? I asked. Watching them go. Twins? He said to leah, and Tamar. And your Sturm haunt on my good days! He replied. He wore leather breeches, a brace of pistols at his hip, and a bright teal frock coat, with gaudy gold buttons and enormous cuffs. It belongs in a ballroom, or on an opera stage, not on the deck of a ship. What's a pirate doing on a whaler? I asked, privateer? He corrected. I have several ships. The darkling wanted a whaler, so I got him one. You mean stole it, acquired. You were in my cabin. Many women dream of me, he said lightly, as he steered me down the deck. I saw you when I woke up I insisted I need he held up a hand. Don't waste your breath, lovely. But you don't even know what I was going to say. You were about to plead your case. Tell me you need help. You can't pay me. But your heart is true, the usual thing. I blinked. That was exactly what I've been about to do. But waste of breath, waste of time, waste of a fine afternoon, he said. I don't like to see prisoners mistreated, but that's as far as my interest goes. He shook his head. I am notoriously immune to tales of woe. So unless your story involves a talking dog, I don't want to hear it. Does it does it What involve a talking dog? No, I snapped. It involves the future of a kingdom, and everyone in it. A pity, he said, and took me by the arm leading me to the after I thought you worked for ralph ca, I said angrily. I work for the fattest purse. So you'd sell your country to the Darkling for a little gold? No, for a lot of gold, he said. I assure you I don't come cheap. He gestured to the hatch after you.