Heart of the Sea
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Sometimes you have to trust the one sent to destroy you in order to save the one you love.
Willing to do whatever it takes to save her sister, Nerissa Elliot commandeers the ship of notorious pirate, Cyrus Crow.
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Heart of the Sea - Moriah Chavis
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"Fans of C.J. Redwine's Rise of the Vicious Princess and Tricia Levenseller's Daughter of the Pirate King will swoon at Chavis' fast-paced debut! With a rogue pirate, a prophetic quest, and a heart-wrenching bond of sisterhood, this high seas adventure is clean pirate fantasy at its finest!"
—BRITTANY EDEN, author of the Heartbooks series
"Heart of the Sea is a lush tale of familial love, a longing for home and what could be, all packed with adventure, danger, and a particularly chilling siren. With a dollop of romance, Heart of the Sea delivers all the right pirate vibes!"
—AJ SKELLY, bestselling author of The Wolves of Rock Falls series and Magik Prep Academy series
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Heart of the Sea
Copyright ©2023 by Moriah Chavis
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Published by Quill & Flame Publishing House, an imprint of Book Bash Media, LLC.
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Heart of the Sea
Moriah Chavis
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To my family—those by blood and those I found.
image-placeholderimage-placeholderContents
Part One
Prologue
Four Weeks Later
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
Part Two
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
Two Years Ago
12. Chapter 12
Now I
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
Part Three
Two Years Ago
15. Chapter 15
Now II
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
Part Four
Two Years Ago
20. Chapter 20
Now III
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
Two Years Ago
26. Chapter 26
Now IV
27. Chapter 27
28. Chapter 28
29. Chapter 29
Part Five
30. Chapter 30
Two Years Ago
31. Chapter 31
Now V
32. Chapter 32
33. Chapter 33
34. Chapter 34
Two Years Ago
35. Chapter 35
Now VI
36. Chapter 36
37. Chapter 37
38. Chapter 38
39. Chapter 39
40. Chapter 40
41. Chapter 41
42. Chapter 42
43. Chapter 43
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Q&F Titles
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I can never escape the water for long. On land, I can almost forget the part of me tied irrevocably to the waves. But a yearning grows with each passing moment I’m away, clawing at my skin and demanding my attention. The desire to be amidst the foam and salt fills my veins, beating stronger and faster with each thump of my heart.
Hello, sea,
the witch hisses as I wait in the doorway to her hut. Her thick, otherworldly accent slices through me. With one greeting, this woman reminds me of my harsh reality—of my gift—my curse. Anxiety, sharper than the current, rolls through me, and I’m struggling to catch my breath above water.
Deeper in me still rolls the truth I have come to accept: to save the one person who matters most, I must embrace my burden.
I step inside the shadowed room.
Candlelight shines through the witch’s paper-thin skin. A film coats her eyes, making the pale, sickly blue even more challenging to see. I’m amazed she has eyes; scarring around the edges hinting at the reason the few pieces of furniture are organized to make a path, not to complete the space.
She’s from the highest corner of Northwest Penreine, the Kingdom of Ice,
Claudette, my second, whispers in my ear. Her long black braids tickle my arm, and I leave the familiar comfort, taking a step closer to the witch.
The witch shifts in her leather chair, smoking a pipe and flipping lazily through the pages of a book. Her scarred milky eyes are trained on the blank, smooth surface as if words cover it from left to right. When I’m inches away, she tilts her gaze in my direction.
Witch, I have the payment your mercenaries requested I bring,
I say, bowing my head slightly. Frustration hovers at the back of my throat. It hadn’t been easy to find her; it was even more difficult to schedule a meeting.
She smiles. White curls trail down her back and over the arm of her chair. Even with her scars, her youthfulness is alarming. Stories of her power date back before even Father was born, though her skin is as smooth as porcelain, not a wrinkle in sight.
I’ve been waiting for you, lovely. So has this.
She holds up a rolled piece of parchment, and my fingers itch to yank it from her hand. What did you decide to bring me?
I pull the satchel off my belt and hand it to her. A pearl necklace,
I say, a lump forming in my throat—my mother’s favorite necklace, the one she wore daily. But it was either this necklace or my father’s timepiece, and I knew which one I would rather give up. My mother left me plenty of memories, many of them sour, and the necklace only pulls those things to the surface.
She takes the bag from me, motioning for me to sit. The plush leather chair bends around my body as she places the book on the table next to the fire and deepens her smile.
You couldn’t find what you seek, mhmm,
the witch says, and there’s a silent chastisement in her tone. If you had come to me sooner…
Her voice trails off, all singsong and jest. Rumors only take you so far. Sometimes you need something more concrete.
"And where will your rumors take me?" I ask, fingers itching to rip the truth out of her.
"You’ve not been across all of Easterly yet?" she asks, tilting her head as if listening for an answer before I give it.
I’ve been everywhere a map can lead us—every inch of charted water. My sister is nowhere to be found.
My mind whirls around the many failed leads, the endless hearsay I’ve followed to try and find the next piece of the puzzle. None of them worked. Except the suggestion I come here, the queen’s armory, barely five leagues from my home of Helene.
Less than fifteen miles from my island.
Yes, this map is special. Quite difficult to find,
she says, tapping the roll of worn parchment.
I narrow my eyes on her. "And you are a difficult woman to find."
She smiles wickedly, all sharp edges and malice. But not as difficult to catch as you. Shame about your ship. The storm season does like to rip through those smaller vessels. At least no one was killed.
I gulp down the anger rising sourly in my throat. I can find another ship.
She leans closer. "You need more than a ship to go where this map will take you." Her voice is a taut—a challenge whispered into the smoke curling above the candles. I grit my teeth, and her grin widens.
"How much more will it cost me?" I ask, not sparing Claudette a glance.
Without a word, the witch slides the map across the table, and I hurriedly unfold it.
Anger rises in me as I rip my gaze from the parchment and focus my eyes on the witch. What is this?
I squint my eyes, trying to focus on the constantly moving figures on the map. No matter which way I turn it, it refuses to stay still. "How am I supposed to get anywhere safely if I can’t read the map?"
Do you know where it’s taking you?
My hands tighten into fists. If I knew, I wouldn’t be here.
My sister is out there. A tugging in my middle tries to pull me closer to her, but no matter how hard I search, I can’t find her.
She leans closer, her blind eyes somehow settling on mine and burning into me. It’s taking you to Brevlyra.
Brevlyra?
I ask, throat dry. It’s been cursed for the past fifteen years—people have forgotten how to even get there.
Have they forgotten? Brevlyra still touches Teraceron, but when people try to head south, they meet disastrous fates.
Her lips curl up in a malicious grin. No one can touch it. Not even an inch.
I grit my teeth. It’s cursed. No one wants to touch a cursed place.
Cursed? Protected? Seems a matter of perspective. Either way, the Light and the Darkness fight over it.
She leans back, tapping her long nails on the top of the closed book. That’s how it began. The Darkness captured the land, and when the Light fought for it—and won—the only way to keep the Darkness out forever was to make it impossible for either side to step on the land. That’s if you can get close enough to it. It would be a fight the entire journey.
And a silly map knows not only how to get there, but—
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Exactly what you need? Sea, it knows more of what you need than you do. You are exceptionally bright, but the map knows. It knows everything.
I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response.
The witch leans in closer, "Eighteen revolutions around the sun, Will reveal the chosen ones."
Stop,
I whisper.
She continues. "The power of the sea, Shall either tempt or make him flee."
I said stop,
I snap. I know the prophecy.
The witch’s smile turns lethal, happier than a cat with a mouse between its paws. "The map requires two captains to work. And as for the more you seek, lovely, I’ll give you that slice of information for free as it is more of a burden than a tool. You need a ship, a good ship able to survive these waters, not the ones you have been asking after on the docks the past few days. While there are plenty of ships in our seas, there’s only one you need—the Red Dawn, captained by none other than Cyrus Crow. He’s the price you have to pay."
Why?
I ask, the name rolling over my skin. Crow—the queen’s man who calls himself a pirate. As handsome as he is dangerous.
Crow’s ship is the fastest in Penreine,
she replies, milky gaze settled on me. But the captain is your treasure.
"I don’t need a captain. I am the captain. I trained for over a year, scoured Easterly for a crew, a ship. They respect me—"
She clucks her tongue and rests her chin in her hand. "Then what’s the problem, lovely? You have the Gift of the sea. It will help you get to where you need to go, but only with this map. And to read it, you need Crow."
A growl rolls off my lips, and a satisfied laugh fills the room. "My curse hasn’t helped me this far—"
Your mother did you a disservice. Truly, she should have trained you from the moment you showed promise. Instead, she hid you away in the dark. Tore you away from the sea—your one true home.
And if my mother had remembered she had two daughters to take care of, maybe I wouldn’t be headed to Brevlyra,
I say, heat rising to my cheeks. "My inability to control my powers now has nothing to do with her training."
The witch snorts. Feisty one, aren’t you?
I let loose my pent-up anger through one long breath. By the sea, why do I need a monster-hunting pirate to read this Light-blessed thing?
She leans back in her chair. "You aren’t the only one trying to find Brevlyra. Which is why, my dear, you need Crow. But forget this not, Crow needs you, too."
image-placeholderPirate's Bay (Rogue Territory, Previously Part of the Isles of Levimeer)
My eyes narrow on the massive ship before me, watching Cyrus Crow and his men load another barrel of supplies.
Fully stocked. Perfect. Thank you, Captain Crow.
The sound of men's drunken laughter from the tavern nearby hides the waves rushing against the docks not even a quarter league away. Salty spray hangs in the air, sending goosebumps across my flesh. I grit my teeth against the magic threatening to take charge.
Not right now, I think. Blasted sea!
Focus on him.
My eyes find Crow again in the darkness. As soon as he disappears up the ramp, I take my chance.
Excuse me!
My heart roars in my ears, louder than the black birds cawing in the night sky above.
Crow’s men turn to face me. The one with an eye patch settles his hand on his sword. They’re typical pirates, rough around the edges and reeking of bad booze. The brisk night air buffets the sweat dripping down my back, causing shivers to snake down my spine, reinforcing a coyness I lack.
I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m needing safe passage to Helene,
I say, swishing my skirts, getting their eyes to look anywhere but my face.
Lucia always did say I was a horrible liar; she could see it in my eyes.
Lucia. Thinking about her causes my heart to race, pain stealing my breath.
Your ship,
I say, nodding toward it. Is there room for one more?
Captain Crow isn’t in sight, and these men have two options: say no to a woman in distress, or say yes and risk the ire of their captain.
Their jaws go slack, and they don’t immediately answer.
You’ve got them!
Below deck. You won’t even know I’m there!
I say, taking a step closer, close enough to lay a hand on the arm of the man nearest me.
The man with the eyepatch harrumphs. I don’t think—
I have money.
I take out my purse of gold—the only gold on me.
Please be worth it.
He studies me, eyebrows twitching. Follow me.
The man grabs my arm and doubt flickers in my mind. Bad things often happen to delicate girls.
But I’m more than a pretty face.
No need to drag me there,
I say, voice squeaking. I clear my throat and yank my arm free. I can walk.
The ship is a frenzy of activity as the crew gets ready to set sail. The waves welcome my footfalls, lapping hungrily against the bow, but I push them away. The rocking of the boat eases. If there’s one thing strangers cannot know about me, it’s the power flooding my veins. A few men glance in my direction, whispering to one another at the sight of me. Bad luck,
one says, and I hold in a smirk.
They have no idea.
Keep up,
Patch hisses, and I rush to follow him, each footfall thudding in my chest.
He raps his knuckles on the captain’s door, my throat tightening the longer we go without an answer. He glances back at me, mutters, Stay here,
and walks inside. I listen to his footsteps grow fainter, the soft sound of his voice calling out for his captain. A murder of crows flies around the masts, and a shiver races its way down to my toes. A crow with white-tipped wings flies overhead, landing in the crow's nest and staring down at me.
Come on,
Patch says, and I jump. He tugs me inside, and my eyes flash around the room. It’s a decent space with a drafting table—a cat snoozing on top—on one side, a bookcase bolted on the opposite wall, and an open chest. A small bed and an extra cot sit on the far wall. The fanciest things about it are the stained glass window behind the drafting table and the sword hanging above his bed. It’s almost…comfortable. You’ll wait here.
I glance over my shoulder and see a flash of my cousin’s—and first mate—hair as she slips between the supplies waiting to be loaded. The door creaks closed enough to hide Britta from view, and I’m clenching my sweat-soaked palms tight in my skirt. My mercenaries position themselves at various lookouts, ready to board the ship as soon as Britta gives them the go-ahead.
I spent precious days finding out when the Red Dawn would leave the port at Pirate’s Bay—nearly two weeks calculating the best time to find the pirate and convince him to let me on his ship. Crow came into the tavern every night, making sure he never noticed me. I hunted him, and he didn’t even know he was prey.
"Captain’s up top, but he’s interested in hearing your request," Patch says as he eyes the room.
How did you speak to him—
He smirks. Lass, I don’t tell all his secrets. Now, sit there and wait.
He motions to a chair in front of the drafting table. Touch nothing, unless you want your chances squandered for idle curiosity.
Oh, I’m never curious, sir,
I reply, flashing him a smile. Only grateful.
He narrows his eye on me, as if thinking all women are as pesky as the cat jumping from her perch and slipping out on deck. I’m left alone, only the sound of the waves lapping against the wood to entertain me—with all the captain’s things. Silvery light shines through the stained glass window, creating a colorful dance on the planks as I search for weapons.
They’ve made this almost too easy.
Moonlight glints off the sword over his bed, though moving it would be too suspicious. I make a note of it and search the rest of the room. A few moments later, after I’ve had time to hide as many blades as I can find and locate stacks of journals and correspondences with Queen Weylan herself, Cyrus enters his quarters. He takes off his sword and jacket, and I’m a little offended.
Never underestimate your opponent, Captain.
I study the way his back muscles stretch against the worn cotton shirt, imagining where to land my dagger if needed.
Right here,
Kip said, brown curls resting on his brow. His pointer and middle finger pressing on the small of my back. You’ll hit a kidney and kill your opponent.
His hand slid up. And here will just hurt like an isler.
Cyrus Crow glances at me, and surprise sparks in his eyes, half obscured by his raven hair. He tugs at a crow feather half-hidden beneath his bandana and glances away, staring out the porthole next to the stained glass. "Well, what is it, miss? Why do you need to board my ship to go to Helene?"
I swallow the nerves twisting in my belly and ask, Don't you have the best ship in Penreine?
He glances up, eyes startlingly blue. His grin widens, though he’s anything but amused. For a pirate, he’s beautiful. His teeth are white as pearls, and his face is tan from years in the sun. A scar escapes his bandana and disappears into his brow, another at the corner of his mouth. It distracts from the perfect contours of his otherwise handsome, devilish face. Or perhaps, it adds to the attraction.
Of course. I’m Cyrus Crow. But you’re a lady—why are you consorting with the likes of me?
He exudes arrogance, the sickly taste of it settling on my tongue. "You must know the things people say of me—hunters like me."
A blush rises to my cheeks, but not for the reason he suspects. I clench my fist and use it to my advantage, casting my gaze down.
If Mother were alive, she would praise this look.
Men don’t want strong, Nerissa,
she said in exasperation. They want someone with a pretty face—someone who needs them.
I am not modest as my mother had hoped, but Cyrus wants to believe I am. I can give him a show.
Because I need his ship.
I need him.
"You’re the Cyrus Crow—Captain of the Red Dawn, Keeper of the Crows, and the queen’s chosen hunter, I whisper, turning my eyes to him at the exact moment, fluttering my lashes a few beats before peering through them.
A lady needs protection, does she not? The queen protects this ship."
Crow turns to me and leans back on his desk. "Not everyone appreciates my relationship with Queen Weylan or the work I do for her," he says.
Hot determination rises in my chest, but I push it down and smile.
A girl can never be too careful in this current climate, and the queen is who I stand behind.
Liar.
I change the subject, clearing my throat.
You’re fair, treat your crew well,
I say, pausing to chew my lip for effect. Can you guarantee me safe passage?
He leans back, arms crossed, cerulean gaze emotionless. Why should I? It’s a few leagues south.
The storm season has passed, but the waters are murkier than ever. If Crow is who I need to make the map work, then I’ll do whatever it takes.
Miss?
Cyrus Crow asks.
Convincing him to align with me will be difficult, so I’m forcing his hand. Because, Captain Crow, I have something you need.
He opens his mouth to respond when a sound clamors outside. He turns, and I grab a book from his desk, hitting him over the head. It doesn’t knock him out, but it does send him to his knees.
I reach for my dagger and try to rest the blade at his throat, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me to the deck. A low, guttural scream escapes my throat, and the dagger falls from my fingers. I scramble to make contact with the weapon, but Crow yanks on my leg, adding too much space between the knife and my hand. My boot connects with his face, sending blood spurting from his nose and splattering the skirt of my dress.
The captain lets out a slew of curses as he releases me. One of my mercenaries comes charging in, and I have enough time to yell, Don't kill him!
before a blade sinks in the wall next to Crow’s throat.
I grab the weapon at my thigh as a woman with blazing red hair rushes through the door. Before I can utter a warning, my mercenary falls to the floor with a thud, the bitter tang of copper assaulting my senses. I scramble to my feet, grabbing the sword Crow left with his coat and lifting it up in time to block the redhead’s next deadly blow.
She glares at me, putting all her weight into forcing me back. My feet slip in the blood pooling on the floor, and the air escapes my chest as a dozen crows fly into the space and lift Cyrus in the air, causing me to lose the girl in the melee.
I try calling the sea, but it doesn’t listen.
Almost as if to say, Not now, Nerissa. You’ve got to be kinder first.
Blessed Light,
I curse under my breath.
Britta rushes into the room as Claudette and a few other mercenaries fight the rest of Crow’s crew on the deck. Britta charges into the murder of crows, blade slashing through feathers and loud caws, but soon her screams reach my ears.
The birds scatter, and I find my cousin and Cyrus locked arm-in-arm, covered in feathers and blood, pure fury painting both of their faces. Their weapons lay out of reach, barely visible past the crows filling the space. The redhead raises her sword and sprints toward me. Our blades clash, the force reverberating up my arm and causing my teeth to clack together painfully. Cyrus’s blade slips through my hand, leaving me with only a dagger.
She’s stronger—a lot stronger.
Fine. Let’s try going under instead of over.
I slide beneath her, wood splintering into my knees through the thin fabric of my dress, and yank her by the waist. Her knees crack against the ground, and she reaches back, yanking at my braid. A grunt escapes my lips, and my fingers fumble to keep hold. I yank at the band of her breeches and grasp her shoulder with my free hand. Lifting the dagger to her throat and biting back a hiss of pain, I scream over the caws, Enough! Unless you want her blood on your hands, call off the birds!
A heavy silence settles over the room, and the birds land on any available surface, waiting for their master’s next command.
What do you say, Captain?
I ask, panting.
The girl releases her hold on my hair, my scalp tingling.
Keels, my knees hurt.
Britta raises her sword to Crow’s neck.
That’s what I thought,
I say.
His eyes are hard, bluer than the bottom of the sea.
The sounds outside cease, and Claudette enters the room. She brushes her long, black braids over her shoulders, her umber skin glowing in the moonlight.
Cap,
she says from the doorway. We’re ready.
The woman beneath my blade spits at my feet. Don’t do it, Cyrus,
she says, and I press the sword in farther.
I’ve never killed someone.
Liar, hisses the voice in my head. The sharp tang of bile slides against the back of my tongue.
He’s not the captain of this ship anymore, are you, Crow?
He glares at me. You want my ship?
he asks, and Britta rests the tip of the blade on his chin.
"There’s no want about it. I have it," I reply.
Then he laughs at me.
The sound boils my blood. It would take one thought—one breath—and my crows would destroy you,
he says.
One slice, and she’s dead.
The blade cuts into the woman's skin, but