Short stories of a long journey

Category: Vol. I In the land of volcanoes

  • An almost lost kingdom by the sea

    An almost lost kingdom by the sea Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      “Once we had finished that seafood meal, lightly sprinkled with History, we flew back home. On our way back home, we talked about the Misquito Kingdom and what today is known as the Autonomous Region.”    …

  • Burning the pirated pieces of eight

    Burning the pirated pieces of eight Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      While having lunch, the proprietor proudly provided us with an elaborate and detailed account of his family’s history. His name was Johann Bonn and he claimed to be a descendant of the infamous pirate woman Anne Bonne.  …

  • The Corn Islands

    The Corn Islands Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      After a good night’s sleep in the hammocks, it was time to stretch and move on. Before the sun was up, we climbed on the boat and sadly, I must admit, left the camp behind. Epifenia saw us off at the…

  • A baseball afternoon

    A baseball afternoon Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      Once the afternoon cooled down, we held a baseball tournament in a field nearby. Everyone played for a while and though baseball is a serious matter, on that afternoon, we were out just for fun. In the evening Grandfather prepared a…

  • Lobsters bathed in coconut sauce

    Lobsters bathed in coconut sauce Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      As the morning wore on the camp had filled with visitors. The news of arrival had spread, and visitors from the town and its surrounding communities, showed up to say hello. All the fishermen had returned, so the camp…

  • In the fishermen’s camp

    In the fishermen’s camp Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      “Yesterday between my brothers and me, we finished mending the last of the three large fishing nets. With that money I fixed the outboard motor, and now, we’re ready to fish with the boat again, next Monday morning.” On our…

  • A siren from the Atlantic

    A siren from the Atlantic Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      There, tied to the various piers and anchored nearby, was a colorful assemblage of small fishing boats. Without hesitation, she led us to a boat painted in white with bright red, and she casually jumped aboard. We scrambled after.…

  • The girl from the lagoon

    The girl from the lagoon Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      I loved Grandfather’s sudden bouts of childhood. To me he was Peter Pan incarnated, brought back to life in full color and sound! He had the courage to stop being an adult for a long-lasting moment, and embrace the…

  • Forever young

    Forever young Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      So we flew south for some time as we both were lost in our thoughts. Grandfather sighted the town before I did. I was expecting a major city and gazed at the town below with mixed feelings.      “But it’s not…

  • In-flight decisions

    In-flight decisions Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates      “I have good news and bad news, which do you prefer?”      “So, which is the good news, then?” I asked, hesitantly.      “The seafood is delicious and the beach is beyond beautiful,” he answered, laughing at my dubious look.…