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Jah it until he found the first mention of the Golden Horde:
Port Royal authorities, dockworkers, and islanders recorded sightings of the infa black sails, a skeletal-looking crew dressed in rags, and strange red lights glowing on deck According to the final entry in the port , the ship circled the island several times but never came into port, nor did the crew ever come ashore
This record is contradicted by the journal of Father Bernard Bartley, whose mission in Runaway Bay provided sanctuary for refor raids and forced into the life At the tihted on the north side of the island, Bartley wrote this after finding a half-dead man washed ashore near hishis deo before God with the grace of his sins forgiven The castaway refused, insisting that Hell would be nothing to his life He claiht ashore his master, the captain of his ship, who had him steal the jewels from a relic buried in the sand; jewels that had been used by the first mate to transform his captain into a an to rave about this transfor which his ain to drink the blood of the crew That night, an hour before he died, the castaway cursed his ht never know port again"
Few facts are known about the captain of the Golden Horde, whom some records name as Frederick Hollander The ain he struck with the devil to trade his soul for eternal life As you end claims that Satan (or perhaps the curse of the much-abused castaway) doomed Hollander and his crew to sail the seas in darkness forever Several eyewitnesses supported the myth, and insisted that as soon as the sun rose above the horizon, the Horde would simply vanish into thin air
Jamys copied the information and stored it in a file before he returned to the Web site’s front page One of the coin i a cross siuely familiar to him When he couldn’t place it, he returned to the search results
Another Web site devoted to salvage diving and recovery es He checked the index for the Golden Horde, and found an antique map that showed several routes around the island as well as one leading up to the American mainland before it ended in a series of dashes When he checked the legend, he saw that the dashes indicated the last known position of the ship
Ja the accounts of Hollander and his ship would dismiss them as myths or superstitions, as the historian had But details involved with the curse and the castaway’s claims made him suspect Hollander had not been hued to travel by ship in that era would not have been able to store blood for any length of time, and so would be forced to feed on the crehile at sea Hollander would also have the Kyn’s nocturnal nature, which would co only at night
Much of the information on the sites that mentioned Hollander and the Golden Horde had been condensed and interpreted; what Jamys needed to see were the actual documents and maps from the seventeenth century Fortunately for him modern hus with great care, and kept them in museums and the libraries of important institutions When he returned to Charles Gifford’s Web site, he discovered the historian had scheduled several lectures at the Miami Maritime Museum, to which he had also donated Father Bartley’s journals
Jamys didn’t want to involve Chris in his quest, but his unfamiliarity with Lucan’s territory made it almost a necessity As hesound co case, and reached in to take out his mobile
The caller ID displayed the nuhold
His ruse had been discovered, it seemed He was tempted to shut off the phone, but if he didn’t answer the call, Thierry would order the garrison to begin searching for him
He pressed the speaker button "Yes, Father"
"When you bespell a mortal in order to assume his identity, you should remember to adjust his memories as well," Thierry said "Where in God’s name are you?"
He considered how to answer that "Where I aree," his father snapped "You are to return to the stronghold by nightfall"
"No"
Thierry growled, "You , son I do not make this a request I am your suzerain as well as your parent, and I say you will coave Jamys little satisfaction to repeat his father’s words back to him "I am not a warrior"
"You are my son, Jamys" Thierry’s tone softened "There is no need for this estrangement and rebellion Tellme back," Jamys amended
"Yes No" His fatherbetween us You wish to train with the garrison? I will direct my captains to instruct you I will have rounds for you so that you ive you whatever you wish, boy; you have but to say what you need"
He closed his eyes "I am not a boy, Father" He felt Chris’s hand touch his shoulder and covered it with his own, drawing strength from it "I am a man"