Pirate Curse
The Polliwog
Jolly was racing across the ocean in long strides, her bare feet sinking a finger's breadth below the surface of the water. Beneath her yawned the inky blue abyss of the sea, with perhaps several hundred fathoms to the bottom.
Jolly had been able to walk on the water since she was born. Over the years she'd learned to move easily over the rocking surface -- it felt like running through a puddle to her. She leaped nimbly from one wave to the next, avoiding the foamy crowns of the waves, which could sometimes turn into treacherous stumbling traps.
Around her, a sea fight was raging.
Cannonballs whistled past her ears, but one rarely came close enough for her to feel the draft of it. Acrid smoke drifted over the water between the two sailing ships and obscured Jolly's sight. The c ... read full excerpt from The Wave Walkers #1: Pirate Curse ebook