" Water. Blood. Alcohol. Scallywag Sam knew the three liquids, from their most salty to their most vile and venomous, from their strongest waves to the most lulling oceans. He worshipped them together, all intoxicating, luring. They were interconnected like the devastating sisters, the three goddesses that made one, black and dreadful in the underworld.
Water had been his first love, as a boy. A son of a pirate turned buccaneer that worked under the crown, scavenging for rubies and gold to take back home to the great king. Never did Samuel Tadwell think, in his wildest dreams as a boy, that he would live his father’s opposite life path. Where his father had been taint purified, Sam had become cleanliness corrupted. Once an apprentice of his father on the old S.S. Tadwell, Samuel served as a buccaneer when he matured, inheriting the ship upon his father’s death. No one would have suspected that Samuel Tadwell would give it all up to be a lawless pirate.
Yes, a pirate. Like Lucifer descending from the choirs of heaven, Samuel embraced the path of hell. Tired of what he considered an unsatisfying wage, even as the captain of his own ship, Samuel Tadwell couldn’t serve England any longer. He abandoned his crew in Jamaica, bitter with the strict life that came with serving the crown.
Befriending criminals, murderers and thieves, Sam’s perspective on the law changed. He openly criticized the monarchy, the military, the unjust treatment of enslaved people he had seen on human cargo ships and island plantations. A hidden anarchic spirit was uncoiled from the darkness of his heart, and he was let loose like a madman from an asylum, released from a cage that he hadn’t even known to exist before. Stories of gold and treasure also enlivened his thirst for adventure. Once he gained great wealth of his own, there was no turning back. Water had led him to his destiny, to betraying the royal family and embracing a new family, crazed bastard driven only by the sea. It had been greed that led him to become a turncoat all along, pure prodigal avarice in its finest form, and rebellion that would keep him there, traitor to the end.
Hell on the High Scas