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Zusatztext "Fans of the series will eat this title up." -- School Library Journal “Meyer weaves details of 19th-century history, lore, and ballads into a fast-paced and often amusing swashbuckler. Fans of the Bloody Jack Adventure series will relish the latest escapades of this high-spirited and decidedly unconventional heroine.” — Booklist “The author has done his homework, weaving many painless history lessons into the book. With its strong female character, fast pace, and fine writing, this will be a book difficult for the young adult reader to put down and one that will leave the reader craving the next title.” — Children's Literature “Fans who have read the previous titles in the series will be treated to a fresh escapade and familiar characters but the story can stand alone for new readers. This will appeal to anyone who enjoys historical fiction, strong female heroines, adventure, and pirates.” — VOYA Informationen zum Autor L. A. Meyer (1942–2014) was the acclaimed writer of the Bloody Jack Adventure series, which follows the exploits of an impetuous heroine who has fought her way up from the squalid streets of London to become an adventurer of the highest order. Mr. Meyer was an art teacher, an illustrator, a designer, a naval officer, and a gallery owner. All of those experiences helped him in the writing of his curious tales of the beloved Jacky Faber. Visit www.jackyfaber.com for more information on the author and his books. Klappentext On the very day that Jacky Faber is to wed her true love, she is kidnapped by British Naval Intelligence and forced to embark on yet another daring mission-this time to search for sunken Spanish gold. But when Jacky is involved, things don't always go as planned.Jacky has survived battles on the high seas, the stifling propriety of a Boston finishing school, and even confinement in a dank French prison. But no adventure has quite matched her opportunistic street-urchin desires-until now. Chapter 1 “You, Miss,” pronounces Higgins, “are a complete mess.” I groan and stretch out over my lovely bed on my lovely schooner, the Nancy B. Alsop, neither of which I had ever expected to see again. “Please calm down, Miss. I know you want to be with your young man, but Mr. Fletcher’s feet are a mere four feet above your head, tending to the business of getting you and your ship as far away from the coast of France as quickly as possible. Please let him do that and allow me to take care of you.” You might have thought that Jaimy and I would have tumbled into the sack right then and there, as soon as we got back on the Nancy B., but no, such was not to be.While Jaimy assumed the con on the quarterdeck and gave orders to set sail and fly, Higgins hauled my sobbing and gasping self into my cabin, where he stripped me down to clean me up and, hopefully, make me presentable. That’s when he discovered that I was covered head to toe with scratches and bruises from when my dear Mathilde had dragged me across that battlefield in Germany, my foot being caught in my stirrup and she being blind with terror. I don’t blame her none—she was a good horse and already I miss her. “Good Lord,” exclaims Higgins. “Amongst a veritable constellation of contusions, right there is a bruise the size of a cricket ball. A lovely shade of purple and yellow, as well, I might add.” My mind is still reeling from the events of the past hour. “If you’ve never been dragged on your back across some very rough ground by a terrified horse, Higgins, then you have no room to chastise me.” “I believe I will take a pass on that particular experience, Miss. Hold still now.” I feel the healing salve being applied to my poor bare and much abused bum. Ahhhhh . . . nobody has a touch like Higgins. “Turn...
