Surf Hellions Part Two: Book 3 of Surf Series

By Willow Fae von Wicken

Marine Biologist Harmony Stelfox, aka me, was about to reveal to the world, one of the greatest aquatic endeavors of all time. A robotic mermaid. I didn’t anticipate that things could go so terribly wrong. Was the universe trying to tell me something?

I was on route to the launch pad in the North Atlantic eager to launch my little Mermaid. When my yacht fell under attack by the jaws of a Great White Shark. A man with striking dark eyes, and an outline of heavy muscle was the one to rescue me. His quick sharp movements added an element of danger. He swam with g-force speeds. Humanly impossible. And it was. He hid his secret well, he was a merman, a sworn enemy to man. But he thought, this beautiful maid had struck something within him, and he risked it all, to save my life. He laid me to rest on the deck, and dove into the sea before I awoke.

Shortly after, on Hellhound Island, me and a group of bachelor party guests were sucked into a Rogue Wave. He followed us, my rescuer, but the current was strong, and he lost sight of us.

After a treacherous night of terror, we were becalmed. Dead calm on a dark sea, and realized it was the Devil's Triangle. With no wind in our sails, the equipment dead, we were adrift in a thick blanket of fog. With no hope of safely going home, again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Willow Fae von Wicken
• Release date: Aug 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301233441

Willow Fae von Wicken

Willow Fae has travelled overseas exploring and embracing inspirations for her novels. Being nurtured in magic her entire life, she brings together enchanting worlds of unique, unforgettable beings, who brave obstacles of great peril, to maintain balance in the world.A college instructor by profession, she has been an online writer for many years, with over 4 million readers. Writing since she could hold a pen, she decided to share her novels with readers who love to escape to celestial worlds.In Willow Fae’s novels, good and evil aren’t always a simple matter of right and wrong, bad luck is the trip to being lucky, and consequences and misfortune are the elements to survival.

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Table of Contents

Jacket Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Preface

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

About Author

Copyright Page

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PART TWO

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BOOK TWO

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"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

— Mary Oliver

BLACK DIAMOND SERIES

Surf Hellions

Book Three

Marine Biologist Harmony Stelfox, aka me, was about to reveal to the world, one of the greatest aquatic endeavors of all time. A robotic mermaid. I didn’t anticipate that things could go so terribly wrong. Was the universe trying to tell me something?

I was on route to the launch pad in the North Atlantic eager to launch my little Mermaid. When my yacht fell under attack by the jaws of a Great White Shark. A man with striking dark eyes, and an outline of heavy muscle was the one to rescue me. His quick sharp movements added an element of danger. He swam with g-force speeds. Humanly impossible.

Shortly after, on Hellhound Island, me and a group of bachelor party guests were sucked into a Rogue Wave. He followed us. My rescuer. But the current was strong, and he lost sight of us.

After a treacherous night of terror, we were becalmed.

Dead calm on a dark sea.

With no hope of safely going home, again.

CHAPTER ONE

Lovel Fischer and Kayne Huntsman were affianced, and the hosts of the bachelor party that went so terribly wrong. A present from Kayne’s father, and they called it Ducky Luh, it was her first voyage. Lovel was shattered to think that it was aboard the Ducky Luh, that danger struck. It was a large enough yacht, with four quarters below, that branched out from the galley. There was a full bathroom with all the unanimities of home. From stern to bow it was a forty footer, and was at least 20 feet above sea level. There was plenty of room, more than likely a hint for Lovel and Kayne to fill it with tiny sailors. Lots of room, makes for a large family. It was what she wanted. They had all the comforts of home on the yacht, they could even live on it, if they wished. But Lovel didn’t want to. She preferred snuggling before fireplaces and a nice warm bed. She fiddled with the locket dangling off her neck.. It was a pressie from Kayne. She received it..

Kayne and Lovel were sitting on Fisherman’s beach. They were looking for a good place to take a photo for their invitations. Kayne had been out to sea on Captain Wulfstein’s vessel, along with his mates, Cole and his brother, Danny B’y, Kenny and his brother Huff, and Boomer, Booker Wulfstein, in total there were twelve good sailors in Decker’s crew. Hemming Wulfstein had gone along to see how Decker was manning his ship.

Each day without him augmented Lovel’s despair. Lovel had missed him. They were gone for three weeks. she hadn’t heard from him once. A moan escaped her, as she moved her hands up the strong planes of his back. She had wept with longing.

He lowered his face to meet her, his lips poised to meet her lips. What’s wrong, ducky luh?

She had a burning lump in her throat. She knew he would worry if she admitted her despair the moment his ship left port. A strong sailor’s wife saw her man off to sea with a firm upper lip, and a straight back. A piece of her feared he’d cancel the wedding, if marrying her meant a life time of misery for Lovel. She was convinced of that. He loved her too much to damn her a life of sadness. It was difficult to hide it, just as she showed him the joy of his home coming. She also showed him the sorrow of watching him leave. The boys didn’t always come back. Sometimes they were a man short. One of these days, it could be a reality, that on any voyage, it would be Kayne next.

Lovel pressed a hand over her stomach. She’d been sick with flu symptoms. she was looking peaked. She turned away from him, with her hand over her mouth. Nothing's wrong. I’m fine. Her face reddened, and Kayne drew in closer. The embarrassment on her face made him draw in closer.

I luh yuh, ducky, Kayne said, resting his thumb beneath her chin.

Lovel stilled her tongue. She could think of no plausible reason, except for one, to share her secret with Kayne. She had to be sure, first. She suspected she suffered from more than the flu. She didn’t wish to raise his hopes without good reason. I luh yuh, ducky, She responded, taking her hands and resting her wrists on the back of his neck. His sandy straight hair fell into his lashes and she giggled as she flicked them up and they swept across his forehead. And she gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes. The eyes of the man she loved.

Her shadows of doubt melted away when Kayne’s hands slid around her waist, and he cuddled her to his body. He was warm. Had brawny sailors arm and a thick wide chest. She rested against his chest, clamping her eyelids, and listened, the sound of his pounding heart, was soothing to her weary mind.

Earlier that day when she met with him at the Huntsman garage. She was going out of her mind with longing. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and he spun her in circles. She missed her man, and didn’t care who saw it. Her heart was bubbling with love, overjoyed that he came home, to her.

We caught a cargo full of fish, he sounded proud. The fish was on the ice in the belly of the ship when they returned. But there was something else. Lovel caught it in the corner of her eye. It was a large tentacle that they discreetly put in Kayne’s father’s back shed. Lovel had seen them with giant fish meant before. She’d never have seen it in this magnitude. It was coiled into a ball. Lovel could tell it would stretch to fifty feet long, if not bigger.

What is it? She asked, leaning her head, and dropped her legs from his waist.

He dismissed it with a smile. She lowered her head with her cheeks turning pink. She knew better than to ask, anyway. None of the boys ever talked about their fishing expeditions. Sometimes they’d lose crewman, and the Sheriff was not inclined to investigate. Not when they were lost at sea.

She had forgotten all about the catch, when they pulled up to the pathway leading to the beach. She took his hand they set off racing with the sand between their toes. They made it to their favorite rock on Fisherman’s beach, come to be known as the kissing rock. Tourists misunderstood the meaning, and actually place a kiss on the rock, thinking it was for good luck. But it wasn’t. It was make out point. But none of the locals wanted to watch tourists make out, so they kept it secret, and snickered when the tourists thought they were doing well. It was a cruel joke. It was. Lovel didn’t think about the joke when she was on the rock with Kayne. Her insides warmed at the mere brush of his fingers. She’d been in love with him her whole life. He was her whole world. Now they were going to get married. She wanted to bear his children. Give him his own fleet’s worth of sailors to run his own ship. Yes Lovel wanted to give everything to Kayne.

Was gonna wait for the bachelor party, Kayne said, pulling out a velvet box from his pocket.

What’s this? Lovel was in awe. She opened the box and gasped. It was a silver locket on a chain. She lifted it out of the box and she held it in her hand, admiring the engraving. It was an engraving of a mermaid, perched on a rock. It’s beautiful, ducky luh, She wrapped he arms around him and kissed his lips.

Kayne reached over and clicked it open. The photo we take today is going right here. He pointed to the empty space inside.

I luh yuh. She meant it from the tips of her toes, as she scooped up her hair, and Kayne slipped it around her neck tightening the clasp. When I’m out to sea, you can look at it when yuh miss me. And know I luh yuh.

Kayne wanted to give everything to Lovel. He’d die for her without a second thought to it. She was his everything. It was why he kept his secret from her, why they all kept the secret from their sweethearts. And wives. It would set them in harm’s way, and their children, too. The men had their jobs to do, and they did them, coming home to Lovel was what kept his head on straight. It was what pushed him to survive another excursion on the sea.

If Lovel knew what Kayne and the boys got up to, when they were out to sea. He knew he’d lose her. He couldn’t bear the thought. He’d toss himself to the monsters of the sea, and bear down his own soul to keep her from harm’s way. No. Kayne would never see her harmed. He framed her face with the palms of his hands. He looked deeply into her trusting eyes, and once again, like so many times before. He lied. Not about loving her. No. He loved her more than life itself.

He kissed Lovel, and they turned to the camera just as the timer finished. The flash flickered as the camera on the tripod snapped their photo. Lovel would take the photo and message it to everyone they knew. Come to our bachelor party. I’m marrying the love of my life. The man she knew nothing about, and never would.

A blanket of stars was all that we could see as we were tossed about like ants in a bottle. Everyone held on as the yacht was airlifted, again, and again, and again. It remained at a high altitude for a several moments before it started the stretched out decline. My stomach flipped, and I cringed when Autumn Fears spewed on the deck. That was a sure way to start a chain of events that lead to massive sickness. After a few more tosses upward, into the thick blanket of stars. We were all feeling it. Even Decker, who was the hardest sailor on the boat showed a hint of green his complexion.

Stay where you be at, I’ll come where yer to. Kayne had panic rising in his voice, reaching for Lovel. Then he lifted his head and his jaw dropped, a body rolled past them, like a tumble weed and he blinked hard, when he heard the crack of impact against the stern. Slew around, she’s behind ya. Kayne warned Decker and he spun around to find me sprawled out at the stern of the yacht.

Decker strained to reach the helm, and steadied on his feet. Harmony, I’m going back for ya.'

You’re some stund b’y, Pierce Ratbourne practically screamed. What are you trying to do? Knock yourself overboard?

We don’t need your two cents. Cole snarled at him, and showed him his boot. Stuff that in your gob.

Decker ignored them and started to move, reaching for me. He clamped onto my arm, and his voice softened. I gotcha.

I was looking at Decker with large eyes, and accepted his hand. A tear spilled over and ran down my cheek, as Decker pulled me close.

Harmony are you ok? Darius asked, extending an arm to give me a hoist.

I’m ok. I’m just shaken up. I reached down and was relieved to feel my bandage was dry. Abbey-Gayle, how are you holding up love? My face paled, Abbey-Gayle was the only one not yelling. Her silence gave me a fright. Abbey-Gail are you all right?

We get salt. In Jamaica it mean we was unlucky. She said. She was trembling from head to toe.

Lord Tunder’n Jumpins. Decker cussed, when he finally got me safely huddled with the others that were against the bow. Abbey-Gayle and Lovel reached out with a tight grip on me.

What do we do? I was looking to Decker, who had a death grip on the helm.

Decker’s focus cut to me. Nothing we can do, we’re caught on a wave.

Pray not to be tipped over. Darius held Koral tightly, her eyes were blurred with tears and furry.

Take a gock at that! Kayne’s face illuminated, as a large whale was beside the boat, was close to ripping off the hull. Everyone looked up, and went silent. Then in an instant it was gone.

The ol’ dog for a hard road, Kenyon Butkus repeated the code his father taught him.

What the hell is going on? Cole cried out, holding onto Autumn who nearly rolled away.

"Seems like a rogue wave.’ I replied, besides a dim view of the moonlight, there was nothing but waves. The shoreline was gone.

She's some lop on the pond buddy what? Decker meant the waves were rough. He was kneeling before the wheel, and half of him was in the cuddy.

You can take the boy out of the bay but you can't take the bay out of the boy. Kayne was shaking his head, and we all knew he was talking about Decker.

Wait a fair wind, and you'll get one, Cole strongly suggested.

You’re as deep as the grave b’y. Kenyon hollered at Decker.

A what that? Abbey-Gayle was looking bewildered.

Lovel spoke up, They said, your real feelings are not easily judged from your appearance. As they yelled to one another. I was lost in my own thoughts. I had an idea come to me, and I crawled away from the others.

What in hell are you doing? Decker yelled out.

The jackline, I yelled back.

Good on ya, Decker sounded impressed, and it made me feel a little relieved, that he agreed with me.

What the Rass? Abbey-Gayle questioned Darius.

A jackstays. Darius replied, It’s a steel wire, that’s secured from the bow to the stern on both port and starboard.

The jacklines are like a safety harness. It keeps the crew balanced when it’s rough seas. Then can hold onto the lines and walk freely on deck, I added.

I reached a coil of wire and handed it to Cole. He immediately understood what I was doing and secured it to the jackline. He tossed the loose end to Darius, who stretched it across the mizzen, the middle of the ship, and secured it to the starboard side, and he tossed it to Danny B’y in the bow. After a few moments, we had the jackline going in a zigzag over everyone’s heads. It was like we were tucked under a big net.

Tis ready. Danny B’y yelled out.

Can you reach that chomey? Lovel meant the cable. She was too upset to say or think of the name. Me nerves is rubbed right raw. Lovel cried, as she buried her face into Kayne’s chest.

Everyone grabbed hold of the cables that were now over head, as they laid flat on the deck. They were secure now, as though they were wearing seatbelts. I figured those steel cables would hold us down, pinning us to the deck. We had a better chance to survive, and not lose anyone overboard. We were all staring at the stars in the skies, each slipping into our own comas of hell. Praying for the wave to settle, our stomachs flipping with every lift and drop.

With sea spray on our paling, and some green, faces. I tried to keep my wits about me. Trying to ignore the swaying and swooshing of the yacht. "Breathe. I want everyone to breathe. Focus on the clouds by the

Reviews for Surf Hellions Part Two

[BookWormy · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I'm the type of reader who is loyal to their authors. If you asked me if I liked to read, it'd say yes I do, but I wouldn't know any other books other then Steven King. Then one day I downloaded a bunch of ebooks and Willows books were in the pile. And I started reading hers. I am glad that I picked up the Surf Series books. These are scary books, but I love the characters and I was rooting for them. And when I finished this one, I had to go digging in my list because there is another one after this one and I couldn't wait to start reading it. I had to know if any of them would survive or if some of them were going to die. Good Read and I'd recommend it for someone who likes dark humor and scary books.