The Butterfly Pirate

2 02 2011

Here’s one of the opening chapters of my new book ‘The Butterfly Pirate’.

Set some time in the past it’s a story full of sailing ships and scullduggery.
In the search for the rarest of treasures in the butterfly collecting world something is amiss. Two arch rivals bump into each other on a job and are then forced to work together on a project which will decide the fate of their little world. But there is also something they have no idea about which will shock them to the core.

The Butterfly Pirate

“Well done lads, another one we ‘ave!”

The other pirates yelled in return, their arms held aloft in happyness.

“Wait till ‘er ladyship sees this one. I do believe its one of the rarest we have ever caught.”

“That it is Jones that it is!”

The sharp voice rang out across the deck.

A pretty young lady stood hands on hips on top of the stern of the ship. The midday sun seemed to shine just on her, the captain.

“Gentlemen, well done. A party tonight we shall have. In celebration of a glorious triumph!”


The deck shock with the stamping of pirates feet.

“And them home to our friends and family.”


“Secure the package Jones and prepare a feast!”


In the Captains cabin they chewed and gnashed on the bones of creatures they had caught on the island earlier in the day.

“Fresh meat never tasted so good Burke.” Jones grinned at the cook.

“…and going home never felt so good neither!” another joined in.

” ‘Either’ Woods, its ‘either’.” her ladyship spoke in a caring way from the head of the table.

“We shall make a respectable man of you yet.”

“Thank you my lady.”

It was a measure of the respect the crew held for the youngest ever captain of a butterfly pirate ship that when she corrected them they accepted her words.

“And tomorrow gentlemen…”

The room fell silent.

“…we set sail for home. We shall leave this accursed island and claim the bounty which is owed to us.”


The stomping grew louder and louder and joined together into a rhythm.

“Three mens lost in a rowing boat, row row and oo’er we go. Rowing on home with a knife at their throat row row and oo’er we go…..”

Outside, the sound ruffled the waves as it made its way towards the shore and a shadowy figure listened in the dark for a moment before turning away and running back into the jungle.


The ship was sleeping. In the captain’s cabin all windows were open to disperse the humid heat.

Shadowy hands crept over the window sill followed by the outline of a short and lithe person.

The intruder snuck silently over to the far wall upon which hung a small cage.

Quickly it was attached to a hook on their back and they returned to the window.

The thief stepped onto the sill, swung around to back out but didn’t leave enough room for the cage. It smashed loudly against a window pane breaking the glass and sparkling yellow light spilled briefly from the cage into the cabin.

The captain awoke immediately and jolted bolt upright.


Startled, the thief missed a foot hold, grabbed wildly at thin air and fell backwards into the night.


A loud repeated clanging woke the groggy crew who stumbled out onto the deck.

The captain was in her night clothes hammering the alarm bell with a look of pure thunder on her face.

“In the water now. We have an intruder!”

The men did as they were told and she called for her most trusted crewman.

“Merlin, you lead the swimmers, you are the strongest.”

“Yes Maam”

“But be careful, he has the package.”


The thief’s oars tore at the still waters and with every pull the left hand throbbed mercilesly. In the fall one hand had found the escape rope but the friction of the descent had caused deep burns.

Half way across the bay and cursing the bright moonlight the thief could see men coming towards him in the water and still more jumping off the ships side.

The hand was making it difficult to pull strongly but the beach was getting closer. The thief’s running skills had evaded many a capture and if the boat could just reach the shore before then a quick run would be all that was needed to reach safety.

But the thief knew who the captain would send to lead the swimmers. Merlin could out swim a shark and a glinting bald head in the water showed how close he was.

With the shore in touching distance hands on the prow jolted the boat. The thief wrestled the oars from their supports and took aim as Merlin hauled himself into the craft.

The shot barely glanced the well built man’s side and as muscley arms wrapped themselves around the thief’s neck a soft but firm voice said “Don’t move or I will snap your neck like a butterfly wing.”

The thief had experience in stealing, stealth and avoidance but not in hand to hand fighting. Anyway fighting would damage the package. Better to be captured and have it safe.

More hands pulled themselves into the boat and Merlin ordered the cage taken from the thief’s back.

As Merlin’s grip was relaxed to remove it the thief realised there was a chance to make a break but this was sensed and a pistol was pulled out and pressed into the thief’s stomach.

Merlin commanded two men to grab an oar each and the thief was manhandled into the prow of the boat and sat upon.

It would be an uncomfortable trip back to the ship.




One response

2 02 2011

Andy! Me ol’ chucker.

Thoroughly enjoyed this! You’ll need to proof read it again though, some spelling mishaps (not the “dialect” either, I mean the “real” words for the non-speech text.)
Brilliant though 😀

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