Zena looked about in wonder. She was still at her grandmother’s house, but it was night, and the trees swayed in a breeze that Zena...

“Get moving ye land lovers,” the pirate barks from the bow of the ship. The salty sea air blows through his long brown hair. He resonates...

“So what is this ‘long story’ that you have to tell me?” she asks while sipping her coffee. “I’m James. I was born in the 1700s and I...