Horology of Babbling: Kiss the Bridle

By Sarah Chastain

Horology of Babbling: Kiss the Bridle is a merging of science and the spiritual. When you must be careful what you wish for can you ever get what you truly want? As our character grows into a new person is she troubled by her past lives or are they a harbinger for the events to come next? If black magic and voodoo fascinate you then this is the story for you to read. A pirates adventure where the sea devils seem to come to life. Enjoy the setting brought to life be real experiences and learn things you never wanted to know about Heaven and Hell in this book. Please read Horology of Babbling and learn about the reincarnated Scarborough Black.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Chastain
• Release date: May 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301754380

Sarah Chastain

A freelance writer who lives on a boat, I was captivated by the immense imagery the ocean provides and inspired to write my first novella, Hourglass. I also enjoy the simpler times that proceeded the automobile and take trips back in time from the back of my horse. The ocean and horses became a major theme in my first finished work Hourglass and if you enjoyed it, you might be pleased to know my next work will continue the saga. I hope my readers will continue to browse my work and look forward to my next piece of literature.

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Horology Of Babbling

Horology of Babbling

Kiss the Bridle

The Universe is as stable as a a barn door and the galaxy is a galloping Unicorn.

Copyright ©2013 CASHMERE RUSSELL

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Horology of Babbling

Kiss the Bridle

Horology: noun, the study of time or art of making timepieces.

Table of Contents



Sphinx Riddle

Skeleton Key

Part 1: Hourglass

Chapter 1- Cutlass

Chapter 2- A vast!

Chapter 3- Jack-Ass

Chapter 4- Scarlett Lass

Chapter 5- Aghast

Chapter 6- Dark Task

Chapter 7- Curse’s Grasp

Part 2: Fiddle

Chapter 1- Le Veritable

Chapter 2- Deal with the Devil

Chapter 3- Straight to Hell

Chapter 4- Invisible

Part 3: Go Fast

Chapter 1- Outclassed

Chapter 2- Acting Rash

Chapter 3- Unsurpassed

Chapter 4- Rehash

Chapter 5- Good Laugh

Chapter 6- Greener Grass

Part 4: Trivial

Chapter 1- Still Little

Chapter 2- New Arrival

Chapter 3- Unmerciful

Chapter 4- Monkey in the Middle

Chapter 5- Like Finding a Needle

Part 5: Blasphemous

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Sphinx Riddle

If you were out in the desert where you saw a mirage of a sphinx,

and then told someone; would you be Lion or it?

Belfegore invented everything a long time ago. He is a giant sloth and one of the seven devils who rules as a prince of Hell. His minions are in a league called Divine Intervention and each one represents a single tool once thought of by Belfegore himself. TripWire is one of his most prized souls as she is the woman of mystery represented in Revelations, the Whore of Babylon. She has been on Earth for some time now living as a regular human, but something inside her still remembers her past lives. If you asked her who the beast was she might smirk a little and giggle at your question. She ponders this regularly and has now come to the conclusion that it is a sphinx being best described. If cats have nine lives then how many does TripWire get? At twenty three TripWire started hearing a paranormal set of voices in her head that explained she is reincarnated and was once known as a woman named Scarborough. She was said to have been identical to her present self and has even caught the voices giving her information that was accurate with no other source than her own imagination. If this is true than someone must have seen her along the way and remember as well. But the question as to who that someone is remains a riddle guarded by a sphinx. If there ever was a witness, perhaps it would be the lionfish, who was also there the whole time and is the narrator for this story.

Skeleton Key

Nyx I’ve known

Will mark gravestones

With all the words I say

Come hear this eulogy

And bow your head to pray

Weary travelers be wary

Of Cemetery Way

If my reputation proceeds

Me then follow the procession

I’m now here to tell you that

This funeral is in session

I foreshadow a tooth for nail

Fight the Devil will fail

Attempting to hemmer down

The lid of my own coffin

Doomed to eternally entomb

My infernal skeleton

Where as in my closet dangles

The noose of a hanged man

Which left me handing

Hymn a sinister bone

To pick and instead I’ll throw you one

My favorite flavored game

To play is pick your poison

Rotting organs tend to compose

A very haunting melody

That’s might will raise the dead

Like an evil zombie

While a dead man walking

Is always knocking

A fated hand on that

Distressed door

Heavens gates will open

If you are a whore

From the grim embrace

I’m determined to escape

And with every leap of faith

I foolishly walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

Way to late…

Part 1: Hourglass

"Ugly is ignorance worn with pride"

Chapter 1 - Cutlass

Spring 1694

(La Couruna, Spain)

I’ve got a whale of a tale to tell you lads, a whale of a tale or two:

It was his wife, Scarborough, who first suggested mutiny saying, Darling, why are you wasting your time working twice as hard for the captain when you could be the captain?

Hmmm? said Benjamin, What do you have in mind, my dear?

Mutiny, said Scarborough, You already have the trust of the crew, and they see you more on their level then on that of the admiral or captain. I have heard them talking among themselves and they are ready for new leadership, they just need an extra push Scarborough elaborated by gesturing a pushing motion with her hands as if an invisible crew stood before her.

What a marvelous idea, my sweet, your level of deception and brilliance always surprises me, but now I realize I married a very devious woman whose lust for power is only matched by my own lust for that body. Benjamin kissed her hard on the lips and petted the top of her head in approval.

Scarborough Black was a female pirate, and like any good pirate she had a treasure. Fearsome pirate Long Ben had given it to her and explained how every pirate must start with a treasure and she was his. But for her to be a pirate as well she needed her own, and that was the beautiful ring on her left ring finger she wore as a symbol of her love for Long Ben. The ring was unusual in it was a red ruby carved into an elegant rose, mounted on a solid gold ring of thorny branches. There was also an emerald leaf that felt its way up to her knuckle which completed the picture. She called the ring her Suffering because it reminded her of the chains that her man had on her for joining him on the sea. Now he was suggesting selling such a treasure in order to gain money to sail home, and Scarborough was contesting.

It had been eight whole months and the men had seen no pay for their labors aboard the forty-six gun privateer, Charles II, captained by Charles Gibson. This ship was the flagship of four employed privately by Spanish Expedition Shipping which was the business venture of several London based investors and headed by a wealthy merchant, Sir James Houblon, who never stopped lining his pockets by the labor of seamen. Spain’s Treaty of Madrid having been what allowed the fleet to trade and recover treasure, had given the ship its name, in honor of King Charles II. But all that would soon change when a new leader emerged as a voice of the people. They had been anchored off the Spanish port city of La Coruna and the crew had literally been imprisoned for the period of time they waited for the approval of the voyage.

Benjamin Bridgeman had been working as first mate since the early part of the year 1694, and he had still not seen a penny for his efforts. It was now May and the men had grown restless with the action of Admiral O’Byrne who had not seriously considered the disgruntled crews pleas as any concern for action on his part. Perhaps the commander knew that once many of his men received their dues they would be able to leave the employment of the ship completely, leaving Admiral O’Byrne with four crewless ships. This is when many members of the crew approached first mate Bridgeman and suggested mutiny.

They could not leave without wages to pay for a trip back home nor could they find any other ships willing to hire any more members to their crew, so they had no means of escape. Most of the men were upset with the inability to support their families by sending money back home, and this is what upset Benjamin Bridgeman most about the situation. His wife had joined him on board the ship as a cabin maid and had seen no luxuries that a first mate’s salary could typically provide. He had promised her his level of employment and years of dedication had given him the kind of position that should be exempt from such injustices as non-payment, but alas he and she were trapped by the wages indebted to them and were determined to receive compensation for themselves and the crew.

First mate Benjamin investigated the rumor presented by Scarborough that the crew was not happy, and as predicted many of the men had serious fear that they had been sold into a new form of slavery under the Spanish King and many believed the act of mutiny was not only necessary but also patriotic. More than twenty-five men joined the first mate in his plan to overtake Charles II and they only had to wait for an opportunity to present itself.

It was about a week later when the night for action was finally upon the rebellious crew. Having given a final demand to be paid and still being rejected, they restlessly waited for just the right moment to strike. Scarborough, being involved in many kitchen activities, had purposefully given the Captain Gibson soup that had been coughed into by a few of the sickest men in the infirmary. This made the captain very ill and he soon became bedridden due to his weakened condition. A few days later while the captain grew more and more sick, Admiral O’Byrne was scheduled to sleep ashore, meaning no one in higher rank than Benjamin aboard the Charles II was strong enough to stop him. At about nine at night the twenty five men lead by Benjamin stormed the Charles II taking it by siege. As the word had spread to the other ship in the fleet, the James, many men from it pulled up in a longboat and asked the spy on the Charles II, Is the drunken boatswain onboard?, which was the password to join the mutiny.

My men are deserting me! called Captain Humphreys off the ship the James to first mate Bridgeman, of the Charles II, who laughed and replied, I know that perfectly well!

Captain Humphreys then told the few men who remained loyal to the James to fire on the Charles II, and with a ka-boom the cannon exploded giving the Spanish Night Watch its first alert to the current situation. Benjamin Bridgeman then called to his rebel soldiers Ready the sails! We need to reach the open sea! As he took hold of the wheel and turned it violently. The men worked speedily, faster than they had ever before known possible and were able to swiftly vanish into the night and off into safety.

Once they had traveled far enough out into the ocean Benjamin Bridgeman, as he was known to the crew, called all those who had not participated in the mutiny to the top of the deck where they were hurriedly surrounded by the newly ordained and somewhat hostile crew of the Charles II. What should we do Benjamin? Kill ‘em all right? said one of the rebels. Benjamin startled by the mention of him as leader replied, No, anyone who does not wish to join us can go ashore in a row boat. We don’t need to spill the blood of the same men we once slaved next too. First mate Bridgeman then asked about the whereabouts of Captain Gibson who was soon dragged from his bed, tied and bound with rope, to be presented in front the mutinous crowd.

What say you Captain Gibson? Will you join us in our cause? I offer you a reasonable rank of, oh say ye, second mate if you decide to stay aboard my, I mean, our new ship! And the entire crew chuckled at the embarrassing reduction in rank offered to the imprisoned Gibson.

Former Captain Gibson began hacking loudly; expelling a cough that rattled his lungs violently, and then he spit, directly at first mate Benjamin Bridgeman, giving his answer of No! in a crude but well understood fashion. With that the new crew of the Charles II readied a boat for all those who did not wish to join the now pirates on their adventure. All but one man was tied and he became the designated rower. Stripped of all weapons and knives there was little chance that the rower would be able to untie any or all of the men in time to get back to the ship and cause trouble. He was ordered at gunpoint to row in the direction toward shore and told not to return with any reinforcements. He was not to stop rowing until he reached shore as they would watch his actions through a telescopic lens and had cannons ready to be fired if he should decide to take any other action. It was not long before the boat and the ship had put enough distance between them that the crew could relax a little and chart a course for their next destination.

Benjamin Bridgeman called a meeting at the top of the deck and as he steered the vessel into the winds, he called down to his crew as the newest pirate captain to be in charge of his own ship. Aye, mates, there are a few matters of business to discuss. He growled over the breeze that blew subtly past his face blowing his scarf behind him, trailing out like the tail of a kite. First of all, the Charles here needs a new name, and I happen to have one in mind for now, the Fancy, for she is a very fancy ship and will be even fancier when I get done with her. The crew all called with various guttural sounds somewhat resembling Argh, or Aye, and all nodded their heads in approval. The second order of business is where we are going, to a land of pirates so fierce that they cannot be trusted by even their mothers, so we must stay strong and stick together in order to roam among those who are the most miserable scoundrels on the seven seas. Again the crew muttered and nodded in reply to the new pirate captain’s orders.

Thirdly, said Benjamin, I would like you all so start calling me by my other name, Henry Every. Long Ben gone are the days of Long Ben your first mate, I now officiously want to be called by what my mother originally dubbed me, as she would be so proud at this moment.

Chapter 2 – A vast!

Summer 1694

(Cote d'Iviore-Ghana, Africa)

An eerie glow of bright blue waves illuminated the