| TRIANGLE STORM |
| TRIANGLE STORM |
| TRIANGLE STORM |
| This action story is a sequel to "Liberation" (available at Lavender Isis' bookstore) showing the book's "bad girl," Loretta Trask, three years after the events in "Liberation." She's trying to reform from her wicked ways, and has found a boyfriend in movie stuntman Rick Osborn, but her reputation keeps getting in her way. |
Sally dashed to the port side, staring out to the
horizon. White clouds were rising like steam off the
water in the distance. First there’s wind where
there was no wind, then clouds where there were
no clouds…
“A Triangle storm!” Sally cried out. They’d been so
focused on gold, they’d ignored all the warning
signs. She sprinted across the deck, frantically
grabbing up the microphone. “Marty! Forget the
treasure! Get your butt to the surface! A Triangle
storm is brewing! It’s gathering force already. We
have to head for shore immediately!” All that came
through the speakers was static. “Marty, why don’t
you answer?”
Looking at the sonar, she got confused. The two
images had merged together and were shimmering
and wavering all across the screen. Either a
school of fish had interfered with the signal—or the
men were fighting down below!
Sally dropped the microphone and looked over the
bulwark. A massive load of bubbles came bursting
up to the surface. That meant only one thing—
somebody’s air line had been cut! But whose--?
The deck behind her creaked. Sally was just
turning when a stretch of rope whipped around her
throat and tightened.
Out of reflex she grabbed for her throat, but Loretta
yanked savagely to the side, slamming them both
down on the deck. She strove to roll Sally over on
her stomach, and choke her from behind. But Sally
resisted ferociously, knowing precisely what the girl
was up to. This was no game—Loretta was going
straight for the kill!
Sally’s fists shot up and backwards, her thumbs
jabbing for Loretta’s eyes. Closing both eyelids in
time, Loretta dodged the thumbs, but still got a
poke. She had to disengage, rolling away from the
gasping Sally.
Rising to her hands and knees, Loretta felt blood
on her face. There were scratches on her cheeks
where the thumbnails landed, but the girl’s eyes
were unhurt, her vision good. Clear enough to see
Sally getting up, fumbling for the pistol in her
holster. Using a move Rick taught her, Loretta
rolled underneath Sally, tripping her so she fell
across Loretta’s back and hit the deck
again.
Scrambling on top of Sally, Loretta went right for
the still holstered gun. This was a mistake. A
karate chop to the throat knocked the girl
backwards, arms flailing, giving Sally time to
scramble to her feet. It was Loretta’s turn to gasp
and wheeze for breath, but she didn’t lose
concentration, seeing Sally draw the gun into the
open. Launching herself upwards, she charged
head down, ramming into Sally’s stomach, shoving
her all the way across the deck to the cabin hull.
Sally’s back smacked against the hull, her finger
closing on the trigger by accident. The bullet
went harmlessly into the deck, kicking up wood
splinters. The pistol’s recoil action twisted Sally’s
wrist, making her shriek and drop the gun. Taking
advantage of this, Loretta straightened, jerked her
fist back and brought it down on her opponent’s
nose. Blood flowing from Sally’s nostril, Loretta
followed through with a backhand of her own,
striking the pirate’s head to the side.
Then suddenly the Isabella lurched. Loretta found
herself dancing to stay upright. She got a grip on
the steel ladder attached to the hull, the same
ladder she’d been tied to before. For the first time
she noticed that the sky had gone dark fast. It was
blanketed with clouds, black clouds heavy with
moisture. The wind had increased, throwing waves
sharply against the boat, pitching it first to one side,
then the other. A white bolt flashed right above
their heads, its energy absorbed by a lightning rod
on top of the cabin. This was swiftly followed by a
peel of thunder that made the vessel quake.
horizon. White clouds were rising like steam off the
water in the distance. First there’s wind where
there was no wind, then clouds where there were
no clouds…
“A Triangle storm!” Sally cried out. They’d been so
focused on gold, they’d ignored all the warning
signs. She sprinted across the deck, frantically
grabbing up the microphone. “Marty! Forget the
treasure! Get your butt to the surface! A Triangle
storm is brewing! It’s gathering force already. We
have to head for shore immediately!” All that came
through the speakers was static. “Marty, why don’t
you answer?”
Looking at the sonar, she got confused. The two
images had merged together and were shimmering
and wavering all across the screen. Either a
school of fish had interfered with the signal—or the
men were fighting down below!
Sally dropped the microphone and looked over the
bulwark. A massive load of bubbles came bursting
up to the surface. That meant only one thing—
somebody’s air line had been cut! But whose--?
The deck behind her creaked. Sally was just
turning when a stretch of rope whipped around her
throat and tightened.
Out of reflex she grabbed for her throat, but Loretta
yanked savagely to the side, slamming them both
down on the deck. She strove to roll Sally over on
her stomach, and choke her from behind. But Sally
resisted ferociously, knowing precisely what the girl
was up to. This was no game—Loretta was going
straight for the kill!
Sally’s fists shot up and backwards, her thumbs
jabbing for Loretta’s eyes. Closing both eyelids in
time, Loretta dodged the thumbs, but still got a
poke. She had to disengage, rolling away from the
gasping Sally.
Rising to her hands and knees, Loretta felt blood
on her face. There were scratches on her cheeks
where the thumbnails landed, but the girl’s eyes
were unhurt, her vision good. Clear enough to see
Sally getting up, fumbling for the pistol in her
holster. Using a move Rick taught her, Loretta
rolled underneath Sally, tripping her so she fell
across Loretta’s back and hit the deck
again.
Scrambling on top of Sally, Loretta went right for
the still holstered gun. This was a mistake. A
karate chop to the throat knocked the girl
backwards, arms flailing, giving Sally time to
scramble to her feet. It was Loretta’s turn to gasp
and wheeze for breath, but she didn’t lose
concentration, seeing Sally draw the gun into the
open. Launching herself upwards, she charged
head down, ramming into Sally’s stomach, shoving
her all the way across the deck to the cabin hull.
Sally’s back smacked against the hull, her finger
closing on the trigger by accident. The bullet
went harmlessly into the deck, kicking up wood
splinters. The pistol’s recoil action twisted Sally’s
wrist, making her shriek and drop the gun. Taking
advantage of this, Loretta straightened, jerked her
fist back and brought it down on her opponent’s
nose. Blood flowing from Sally’s nostril, Loretta
followed through with a backhand of her own,
striking the pirate’s head to the side.
Then suddenly the Isabella lurched. Loretta found
herself dancing to stay upright. She got a grip on
the steel ladder attached to the hull, the same
ladder she’d been tied to before. For the first time
she noticed that the sky had gone dark fast. It was
blanketed with clouds, black clouds heavy with
moisture. The wind had increased, throwing waves
sharply against the boat, pitching it first to one side,
then the other. A white bolt flashed right above
their heads, its energy absorbed by a lightning rod
on top of the cabin. This was swiftly followed by a
peel of thunder that made the vessel quake.
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While Loretta hung on for dear life, Sally had
dropped to her knees, groping around along the
cabin’s edge for the lost gun. It had already slid
somewhere but in the increasing gloom she
couldn’t see where it went.
Another lightning flash exposed it to view. It was
nowhere near the cabin, having slid all the way to
the starboard bulwark. There it lodged among
spools of white line, where the pistol’s black
metal made it stand out. Sally inched up the
cabin hull till she regained her feet. If she could
only keep her balance in the ever-moving vessel,
she might just reach it…
Loretta watched Sally rise and read her mind.
Just as Sally bungled ahead, Loretta, still
clutching the ladder rails, swung both her naked
legs up into the air. Her short skirt getting blown
back by the wind, she snapped her calves around
Sally’s throat and neck. Crossing the ankles,
Loretta squeezed hard, trying to break the
pirate's neck.
Grabbing a leg, Sally pulled with all her strength,
making Loretta lose her grip on the rails. To
keep from getting hurt as she fell, Loretta was
forced to release Sally. But even as she struck
the deck, Loretta swung her leg under Sally’s
feet. Tripped again, Sally fell forward this time,
breaking her fall with her hands and rolling to the
port side to get away from Loretta.
Sally ran against some long-poled boat hooks
strapped to the port bulwark. Bounding up, she
endeavored to get one lose, but the boat’s
pitching slowed her down.
The lightning became more frequent, enabling
Loretta, still lying on deck, to see the gun clearly.
She would have scrambled for it, but Sally came
charging ahead, using the boat hook as a spear.
With a shout she plunged its sharp point for
Loretta’s belly. Loretta rolled to the side in time
to avoid the hook’s metal tip, which went into the
deck with a thunk, making a gash in the wood.
Gaining her feet quickly, Loretta found herself on
the wrong side of the boat, with Sally between
her and the gun. Making matters worse, rain was
starting to pelt down. In a few seconds the deck
would become a slippery mess, making it harder
to stand or fight. If she was to get her hands on
that pistol, it was now or never.
Sally yanked the hook out of the wood just as
Loretta came running. She swung the hook’s
long wooden pole like a club, aiming for Loretta’s
head, but the girl dived down underneath the
weapon, sliding forward on her belly across the
already drenched deck. She slid right up to the
gun, snatched it into her hand and spun around,
rising to a sitting position.
Screaming to frighten Loretta, Sally bolted for
her, the hook held forward to ram into the girl.
Loretta fired, emptying all the cartridges in Sally’s
direction. One bullet struck Sally on the chin,
stopping the pirate in her tracks, snapping her
head back. The pole slid from her hands and
bounded away, the boat listing hard to port. Still
on her feet and barely alive, Sally went tripping to
the port side, hit the bulwark and went over into
the ever-churning waves.
Tossing the gun away, Loretta was quick to
realize the vessel was continuing to tilt. It was
going to capsize! She scrambled up and over
the bulwark, hanging on to its outer edge. There
was no time to seek out a life preserver, even if
she could see one in this downpour. Her clothes
drenched and sticking to her body, she rode with
the starboard side as it rose above the sea. She
released her grip and slid to the keel before the
starboard started to fall. It plopped down as the
Isabella completely overturned.
dropped to her knees, groping around along the
cabin’s edge for the lost gun. It had already slid
somewhere but in the increasing gloom she
couldn’t see where it went.
Another lightning flash exposed it to view. It was
nowhere near the cabin, having slid all the way to
the starboard bulwark. There it lodged among
spools of white line, where the pistol’s black
metal made it stand out. Sally inched up the
cabin hull till she regained her feet. If she could
only keep her balance in the ever-moving vessel,
she might just reach it…
Loretta watched Sally rise and read her mind.
Just as Sally bungled ahead, Loretta, still
clutching the ladder rails, swung both her naked
legs up into the air. Her short skirt getting blown
back by the wind, she snapped her calves around
Sally’s throat and neck. Crossing the ankles,
Loretta squeezed hard, trying to break the
pirate's neck.
Grabbing a leg, Sally pulled with all her strength,
making Loretta lose her grip on the rails. To
keep from getting hurt as she fell, Loretta was
forced to release Sally. But even as she struck
the deck, Loretta swung her leg under Sally’s
feet. Tripped again, Sally fell forward this time,
breaking her fall with her hands and rolling to the
port side to get away from Loretta.
Sally ran against some long-poled boat hooks
strapped to the port bulwark. Bounding up, she
endeavored to get one lose, but the boat’s
pitching slowed her down.
The lightning became more frequent, enabling
Loretta, still lying on deck, to see the gun clearly.
She would have scrambled for it, but Sally came
charging ahead, using the boat hook as a spear.
With a shout she plunged its sharp point for
Loretta’s belly. Loretta rolled to the side in time
to avoid the hook’s metal tip, which went into the
deck with a thunk, making a gash in the wood.
Gaining her feet quickly, Loretta found herself on
the wrong side of the boat, with Sally between
her and the gun. Making matters worse, rain was
starting to pelt down. In a few seconds the deck
would become a slippery mess, making it harder
to stand or fight. If she was to get her hands on
that pistol, it was now or never.
Sally yanked the hook out of the wood just as
Loretta came running. She swung the hook’s
long wooden pole like a club, aiming for Loretta’s
head, but the girl dived down underneath the
weapon, sliding forward on her belly across the
already drenched deck. She slid right up to the
gun, snatched it into her hand and spun around,
rising to a sitting position.
Screaming to frighten Loretta, Sally bolted for
her, the hook held forward to ram into the girl.
Loretta fired, emptying all the cartridges in Sally’s
direction. One bullet struck Sally on the chin,
stopping the pirate in her tracks, snapping her
head back. The pole slid from her hands and
bounded away, the boat listing hard to port. Still
on her feet and barely alive, Sally went tripping to
the port side, hit the bulwark and went over into
the ever-churning waves.
Tossing the gun away, Loretta was quick to
realize the vessel was continuing to tilt. It was
going to capsize! She scrambled up and over
the bulwark, hanging on to its outer edge. There
was no time to seek out a life preserver, even if
she could see one in this downpour. Her clothes
drenched and sticking to her body, she rode with
the starboard side as it rose above the sea. She
released her grip and slid to the keel before the
starboard started to fall. It plopped down as the
Isabella completely overturned.
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