Good Mid Range Receiver

Connor Tempest

... Connor drew the sword and pointed it against men, hoping it does not perceive his lack of experience. Judging by the whining, he would have said no. "Do not do angry! - Cate said to them.-s one of the bloodiest .- After winked at Connor, walked away. Perhaps, after all, was not so hard to make the pirate. the boy released a deep breath and smiled to his prisoners, which seemed to scare them even more.-I just wanted to be polite "said with a shrug and approaching the tip of the sword in two.

(Connor engage in a fight with another man of the vessel)

[...] railed against the opponent. Securing it with piercing eyes, pointed the sword at the chest. But the bridge had become sticky for dirt and blood, so Connor slipped. The sword in the man's chest that did not sink, however, falling back under the blow, he went to bang his head against the mast. He collapsed to the ground, with blood that was pouring in torrents, flooding the head and face. [...] Did not want this man died. [...] The pirates of diablo had won but he did not feel a winner and ran back .[...] [...] by the two prisoners-Mercy! - shouted one. -Take off the scarf-ordered hoarsely [...] Come with me! - Connor ordered yet. -I beseech you, pity! - Come-and is' Shut up! - [...] What had been his opponent was lying covered in blood. He took the scarf and dabbed the wound to the head to stop the bleeding. -Here, you take care of the prisoner-he said, putting his hand on the blood-soaked scarf.
[...] He turned. -Good job, kid-Cheng Li said. "Maybe we need a little work 'on your killer instinct, but you did a great job-...

From "Vampirates Demons-Ocean" by Justin Somper.

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Identity revealed

... -Why did you stay here tonight? -
-I was worried about you. It seemed I had a fever. You said you were dead-
"But I'm dead. And I have no fever. In fact, I have never felt better-
-Grace, you listen. It is not dead .-
[...]- How can I both woke up with the Bell Dawn? - Lorcan said, holding his head in his hands. [...] You really sure that it is not dead? - I'm sure a hundred per cent, Grace. For starters, the girls do not eat the porridge death .- [...] Grace turned to the door. He lifted the curtain [...]- Close the curtain, Grace .- Lorcan's voice had become hoarse. [...] She dropped it and turned around. [...] [...] He was trembling. Grace was holding out a hand to calm him when he had an idea. He knew how to do it to calm down. He began to sing:

will tell you a tale of Vampirates,
an old story, but real and very dark.
I will sing a story of an ancient ship with the crew
most awful ever known.
Yes, the story of an ancient ship
plows the sea, light,
that ply the sea, severely.

Lorcan's mouth dropped wide open. That means know- ? - Said in the voice reduced to little more than a whisper. Grace shook her head confused. -So what? - With eyes wide open, Lorcan said no more. -It 's a song of sailors who my father always sang to me and Connor. He was able to calm down when we were excited.

This ship has tattered sails well, who seem a
voglian wings to fly;
and the captain, they say, is so scary
who prefer not to be seen.
Bring to a pale face of death,
in the eye lacks the life
each tooth is a sinister saber.
That captain, they say, is so scary

While Grace sang the last words of the verse, both looked toward the door. Suddenly everything became clear. [...] - That can never see the light .- This time Grace spoke the words without singing them, returned to the window and grabbed the curtain again. -No! - Lorcan out his hand to block it. Too late. Grace had her fingers close around the corner of the tent, so when he pushed her to the side, she pulled the piece of cloth, tore through the window, let in a cabin in the pale ray of light pink. [...] Bring it back-to-wailed. -Bring it back. Please, Grace, replace the tent. [...] Replace the tent. Lorcan looked [...] and looked at her with gratitude. - Thank you, "said a shrill voice. [...] Turned to Lorcan. -Well-said. -I almost reason, or no? Only the dead are not I , but you .-...

From "ocean Vampirates-demons" by Justin Somper.