Title: ABEL PIRATES
Genre: YA alternate historical
Beatrix was used to keeping her head down in Sheepshank. It was when she felt Miss Black tense beside her that she looked up and spotted him. A man on horseback in their path of retreat.
He hardly seemed a threat—oily black curls bounced beneath his ridiculously wide-brimmed planter’s hat; an orange feather plume sagged upon his shoulder—but Miss Black considered everyone a threat. Even ruddy-cheeked fops who couldn’t keep their periwigs on straight.
“Hallo there, Miss Black,” the man called with a wave. “Lost, are you? Courthouse is in the other direction.” He laughed, a high-pitched titter, and spurred his horse toward them, settling in at a trot down the wide cobblestone path.
“Not a word,” Miss Black quietly instructed, taking Beatrix lightly by the wrist.
Before she could reply, the man was upon them. Not that a reply was necessary. Beatrix would hardly choose today, of all days, to start conversing with strangers. But ever since arriving in town and finding the streets dead, Miss Black had been on edge—more so than usual. The bank had been locked up, and wedged in the door they’d found a hastily scrawled noted: “Closed. Trial of Billy Cook, accused pirate.”
“But won’t it look suspicious if we miss the trial?” Beatrix had pointed out as Miss Black ushered her briskly toward the path out of town.
She’d stopped abruptly. “Attend a pirate trial? Sometimes I think you take it lightly, just how close you are to the hangman’s noose.”