Pirates of Tezomea Episode 5: The Boozinator

By Doug and Neesa Chapman

In episode 5 of Pirates of Tezomea wandering Bearkind Shaman Kynthia and World Famous Tinker Lazarus Abberskonce are not lost in the frozen wastes, honest. Even if the trail has gone cold, the dowsing device is still pointing them onward. What awaits them in places that even the bears refuse to travel?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Doug and Neesa Chapman
• Release date: Jan 5, 2013

Doug and Neesa Chapman

Neesa and Doug are a loving married couple living in a modest apartment in Greensboro, North Carolina. They spend as much free time as they can either writing, walking their dog, camping, or going to various sci-fi and fantasy conventions.

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Pirates of Tezomea: Episode 5

The Boozinator

By Doug and Neesa Chapman

Published by Dragons Entwined Studio on Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Doug and Neesa Chapman

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The ice shelf was a strange place, even for Kynthia. Her kind rarely traveled along the frozen glacier, which yielded next to nothing in creatures to hunt. The rocky spindles that surfaced above the sea of ice were stone spires barren of any plant life. Leagues below the glacier, too far for anyone to reach by digging into the mantel, was the ocean. Kynthia had heard stories of the deep dark places and what horrors lurk there.

She had lost Crunk's trail a half a day's journey back. When they passed to the other side of Elder Mountain the clouds which were trapped by the stoic range were loosing their fluffy cargo. Even so, the dowsing device that Lazarus still carried was as sure as a compass, leading them in the direction that the gang had gone. Now there was no doubt about a connection between the ruffians and the strange signal. The tinker strode in front of her, his footsteps the only thing that marred the freshly fallen snow. Kynthia plodded along, pulling his wooden sled and wondering once again why Lazarus felt he could not part with his things.

I wish I'd had time to fix that blasted snow motor. The tinker grumbled. Once he got his bearings, he dashed to the back of the cart, and pushed with all his might.

What are you complaining about? I'm doing most of the work here, Kynthia laughed at the tinker's exasperated expression.

I told you Kynthia, I'm not like you. You have natural defenses against your environment. If I didn't have my inventions, my tools, my supplies, I would be lost. Besides, if I had iron muscles like you, I would be pulling more weight. He huffed with exertion.

You're helping plenty, Lazarus. She attempted to soothe his bruised ego.

Why do I feel like you're making fun of me.

No, you really are helping, she reassured him with a chuckle. It was too easy to poke fun at the tinker, and she was going to have to watch her manners in the future.

Coming to a halt suddenly, Kynthia dropped the ropes that pulled the sled. Lazarus, unaware of the pause, continued to push the lump of inert equipment to no avail.

What is it? He asked, peeking over the heap of supplies.

She hushed him, I thought I heard something. The tinker was silent, watching her. He held his breath, waiting for her to give the all clear.

Putting her finger on what had made the subtle noise of drifting snow, ahead of them between the rocks, was difficult. She sniffed the air, but it drifted past them,