Dark Waters is an ongoing fantasy adventure series. You can find more about the story and the characters below...

Egan Wey

With a flask full of rum, pistols in his sling and a variety of sharp, pointy weapons concealed in his jacket, Wey is the most dangerous pirate around. He is a scoundrel, a thief and a murder, with death sentences on every island. Part of the Fimorri pirate tribe, Wey is dedicated only to his crew. But that is about to change. The naïve young priest, Finn, enlists his help and suddenly he finds himself embroiled in his most dangerous adventure yet. With a princess to rescue and an army of zombies in his path Wey is beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, his luck is up.


Going back inside the Vaults terrified Wey. He would wake in cold sweats just dreaming about the place. It made him feel nauseous; it made him angry. His body urged him as far away from the rock as possible and his senses were in a frenzy at his disobedience. The euthanasia of Leigh, seeing Silas, Lord Grisedale, all of it fuelled his darker side. He ignited a fire within. A tumultuous storm brewed beneath his eyes.

Marching onto the deck of the Virgin Queen he was a stranger to the crew. Captain Batty flew over to him ready to evict him from the ship until he recognised the uniform and the traces of the passenger he had ferried.

“I told you I want no part in your night…”

“And I’m telling you that you want every part in this night.” Wey said darkly. “I am not a bodyguard. None of us are who you think we are. We came here to rescue a girl. A girl imprisoned and we have only a few hours to get her out.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you need to make penance Captain, I can see it in your eyes. You’re going to help me.”

Batty removed his hat, his heart pounded in excitement. “You’re going to break her out of the Vaults, that’s crazy.”

Wey grinned insanely, “Allow me to introduce myself Captain. They call me Wey.”

Finnian Fernwick

Finn thinks of himself as the prodigal son. His father, First Minister of Hermia, had wanted him to go into politics, or the army or just about anywhere other than the priesthood. But his Temple life had been good, it had taught him virtues and restraint. Then on one fateful night Finn is called to his father’s deathbed, ready to hear the old man’s unremorseful confession. Finn discovers he has a half sister and she is in trouble. He puts his religion on hold to save her, but as he embarks on his dangerous journey he quickly realises there is no going back.


Like a swarm the men descended on the soldiers. Shots were fired. Men began to fall. Wey leapt on the commanding soldier. The soldier fell to the floor and reached for his rapier. He waved it frantically, exhilaration and lust filled his red eyes. Wey removed his pistol and shot the soldier in the heart. He dropped the sword but stayed upright. Blood pooled from his chest. Wey pushed him to the floor, pounding his fists into the soldier’s head until his hands could stand no more. He grabbed the rapier and spied Finn running towards them. Quickly he tossed him the sword and watched enviously as the boy struck two soldiers with deadly precision.

The shackled men were falling. Two soldiers fired rounds at the back of the march. Wey had one shot. He turned to the only guard left holding a lantern and aimed his weapon. The fields lit up, dancing flames encircled them. The shackled men, powered by the heat, launched their last, furious attack. Wey hurled himself at the two shooters. He waited to feel the bullets hit him. They were too slow. He landed on them, pushing them closer to the fire. Smashing the butt of his gun into one of them was easy, but the other grabbed him by the throat. His strength was incredible. Wey kicked and scrambled like a hooked fish. The smoke was beginning to choke him.

Finn turned and saw his friend dangling in the air. He charged with his sword and forced it through the soldier’s ribcage. The man let Wey go and turned to his new attacker. Finn let go of the rapier and backed away. It should have killed him, so why was he was still walking, still grinning like a reptile. Wey grabbed the hilt and jammed it into the soldier’s skull. His legs wobbled and he dropped to the ground. He still crawled towards Finn with malice.

“Burn and blast your bones die already!” Wey said kicking him hard in the head with a satisfying crunch. The soldier’s neck snapped. He stopped and let the coughing take over. Only eight of the prisoners had survived, they were shackled to twelve bodies.

“Are you hurt?” Finn asked.

“Not yet.” He took one of the soldier’s swords. “Cut them out of the shackles.” He ordered.

Quickly eight men began frantically hacking at the bodies of their friends and families. Smoke engulfed them. Wey moved through the fire. He knew the end of the field was close but the smoke was making him confused. Finn ran at his side, his eyes streamed with smoke induced tears, blinding him.

The air grew fresh. They stumbled onto the road. Their horses had bolted, but with so many men behind them they would have to go on foot anyway. Taking a few gulps of air Wey started to run.

Adiah, the Princess of Hermia

Adiah sails home after her years captaining her Uncle’s ships. The life of a princess awaits her and she would do anything she could to stay with her crew sailing the unforgiving waters around the islands. But before she reaches home her ship is captured, her crew murdered and she is thrown into the Vaults, a prison reserved for the most heinous criminals. She is rescued, but nobody ever truly escapes the Vaults. Her quest for vengeance becomes one for survival as she battles with an undead army and her own personal demons.


Adiah was about to climb up after him when a shadow descended on the boat. Her eyes tried to take in the sight of the vessel in front of her. She had been facing it moments before and there had been nothing there. It was almost as though it had risen from the sea. She stepped forward in awe at the craftsmanship. It was beautifully ingenious and deceptively cunning. The woodwork was meticulously painted in blues and greys and whites and silvers. Ropes and rigging were bleached white and tinged with hints of blue to blend in with the sky. The sails were almost transparent to the elements, but as she looked closely she could see they were expertly dyed to match their surroundings. The colours of the ship changed like mother of pearl camouflaging it masterfully. Every aspect to the boat was set back like a shadow in the sea. As she examined it further she realised it was old, bearing scars, and had evolved to prevent similar injuries from occurring. Envy struck her and her mouth salivated at the prospect of commanding such a vessel. It was then that she saw the faces.

Pale, lime stained men, grey ragged clothes. Her heart sank as she realised what was about to happen.

Like raging ghouls they flew onto the ship, attached to invisible ropes. The Liberty’s crew were surrounded before they could put ghastly faces to fiercely armed bodies. She felt Wey beside her, then he was gone. Her crew crumbled. Finn raised his arms and she realised she had no choice but to join him.

Silence. The ghouls relaxed themselves, holding their weapons confidently and without intent. They were waiting and that meant Adiah was waiting too.

The heavy clunking of hard heeled boots struck the deck of the ghost ship. The pirates respectfully parted and their Captain appeared on his chameleon ship. His tall, sleek frame shadowed the horizon, making him appear nothing more than an apparition. He rested his hands on his sturdy hips and glowered down at the ship with intensely sharp, grey eyes. His face and wild hair had been repeatedly dowsed in lime water making him look like an albino alligator, with the knowledge that his mouth alone would shred the flesh off a buffalo in three easy rolls. Captain Cod Napier was a marble emblem of the Fimorri and he’d slit a man’s throat for doubting any charade in his appearance.

“Mr Wey,” he bellowed in a beautifully low pitched voice.

“Captain,” Wey said cheerfully tapping a salute at his forehead.

Adiah felt a fire ignite within her. She lashed around to find Wey. “You bastard! You set us up! You traitorous son of a bitch!” She dived into him, knocking him to the ground and pounding her fists into his face until one of the pirates pulled her away. “I’ll kill you, you son of bitch! You’re a dead man, you hear me!” She screamed as they dragged her back to the ghost ship. Finn followed her more amiably, keeping his hands in the air and hoping Adiah wouldn’t get them into too much trouble.

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