Man of War – Excerpt No. 336

It’s been known to happen, especially if the man lasts longer than a minute…”

Aelred swirled the contents of his drink before swallowing what remained. Without asking, a servant brought him a fresh glass. After another sip, he snapped his fingers.

“…that’s why I prefer to use a sabre,” Marc answered a question from ten minutes ago.

He observed someone from out of the corner of his eye. At first, he believed it was a dream, a memory of the days when it was just him with his men. However, when he turned to confirm it was Beatriz, she was gone.

“Clearly, your choice of blade has worked well for you,” Aelred said.

“Quite.”

Man in formal attire watches the ghostly apparition of a Spanish beauty with tanned skin walking away from him. Background is a Venetian grand ball, at night. Clothes and scene appropriate for 16th century Venice.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.



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