Red Ruby Series Box Set (eBook)

Ebooks 1 - 3

Meiring Fouche, Pieter Haasbroek (Autoren)

Pieter Haasbroek (Herausgeber)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
201 Seiten
Pieter Haasbroek (Verlag)
978-0-00-092308-0 (ISBN)

Infos

Three full-length novels of swashbuckling adventure on the high seas!

They took his wife. They stole his freedom. They left him for dead. But they made one fatal mistake. They let him live.

From the Cape of Storms to the treacherous Caribbean, one man's quest for vengeance will forge a legend. This box set collection brings you the first three thrilling installments of Meiring Fouche's unforgettable pirate saga.

Book 1: The Red Ruby

Master seaman Simon Verbeeck has lost everything to the merciless pirate Antonio de Santos. Left a broken man, a twist of fate delivers him a mysterious ship, the Red Ruby, and a single clue. A portrait of his captive wife, Maria. To save her, he must embrace the very life he despises and hunt his enemy across the seven seas.

Book 2: The Pirate's Treasure

Just when Simon has found peace, he is captured by the infamous Devil Harrison, a pirate who seeks the location of a legendary treasure branded onto a dying man's flesh. Chained in the hold of a floating fortress, Simon must endure brutal torment and forge a rebellion from the depths of despair to reclaim his freedom.

Book 3: Emerald of the High Seas

A cursed ruby and a cryptic map plunge Simon into a deadly race for the fabled Paradise of Malu's treasure. Betrayed and left for dead by a ruthless rival, he must navigate a world of treachery where one mistake means a watery grave. To survive, he must unravel the island's secret before the curse claims his soul.

Packed with high-stakes battles, relentless action, and smoldering romance, the Red Ruby series is a must-read for fans of Pirates of the Caribbean and classic swashbuckling adventures.

Begin the epic journey today and set sail into a world of danger, treasure, and revenge.

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1. THE RED RUBY

Chapter 1

A SAIL IN THE STORM

It is stormy at the Cape of Storms, and the waves of the southern Atlantic Ocean come rolling in from the west like green dunes, their manes pure white, and the foam flying before the dreaded south-westerly wind.

The eight men in the long skiff wrestle with the oars to keep the small vessel’s nose into the wind. This is their only protection against the danger of being swallowed by the raging sea, which one moment boils up into breakers that look like mountains and the next moment sinks back into deep, swirling eddies where the foam swirls and where it looks as if the bottom of the great water will be exposed. Their faces and clothes are soaking wet, their hair dripping, and their muscular arms are already numb from wrestling against the stormy sea.

“Keep her straight,” bellows the big, dark man who is rowing here near the bow. “Keep her nose into the wind,” shouts Simon Verbeeck, a large, rough, and powerful man with flowing black hair and an elegant black beard.

“I will keep her nose into the wind,” calls the man at the helm, Wilhelm Rieckert, a smaller but sturdy blond fisherman who has his hands full keeping the Red Ruby of Amsterdam straight in the sea. Occasionally, the tiller of the rudder swings so violently that Wilhelm Rieckert has his hands full just staying in the skiff.

The other men do not speak. They are gripped by fear, here in the raging sea that threatens to swallow them each time. At the command of Simon Verbeeck, they row as best they can, not to make progress, but simply to keep the Red Ruby of Amsterdam straight and true, with its nose straight into the raging waves, straight into the south-westerly wind, because they know that if their fragile vessel turns sideways, then it is all over for them.

They ride over the water hills, they sink into deep eddies, climb out again on the other side, and all the time they are heading downwind, further and further away from the hazy, almost invisible mass of Table Mountain. They know these waters, because they fish here every day, not far from Cape Point. But this is a storm of storms. In their eventful careers at sea, none of these men have ever encountered anything like this. Today they understand again why the Cape of Good Hope is often called the Cape of Storms. If the old Cape ever deserved that name, then it deserves it on this day.

“Where are you drifting us, Simon Verbeeck?” shouts Wilhelm Rieckert here from behind the helm, clamping the tiller with renewed strength. “Are you drifting us to the Arctic Sea?”

The big man in front wipes the salt spray from his eyes.

“I am not drifting you anywhere, I just want us to stay safe. Keep her straight, brother, keep her straight. She must not swing sideways.”

Here in the dark danger, there is even a strange exhilaration in the powerful Simon Verbeeck, because he likes storms. He grew up at sea. He began on one of the large vessels of the Dutch East India Company when he started sailing to the East as the captain’s servant. In those days, he learned everything that could be learned about a ship, on the long voyage from Amsterdam to the beautiful harbours of the East. Between Amsterdam and Java and between Amsterdam and Bombay, Simon Verbeeck learned what the sky looks like when the storms threaten. How you should let the large vessel ride when the wind catches you from behind. How you should hold her when a hurricane strikes you, and how you should, with great patience and courage, confront the danger when the wind suddenly dies down and the sea becomes as calm as a mirror.

Yes, he knows the dangers of the sea very well, this Simon Verbeeck who today is a well-known and prominent fisherman in the Cape waters.

However, Simon Verbeeck is a bitter man.

He has indeed become a great seaman. A navigator like few others, with an intimate knowledge of all the seas and of all the corners of the earth. A man who can immediately tell you to which power a large sailing ship belongs, the moment the mainsail bulges out from behind the horizon.

And here he is now, riding the thin ribs of a long skiff through a destructive storm. This is because he clashed with a pirate ship that crushed him in the waters near Java. He and Wilhelm Rieckert, his faithful friend, barely escaped with their lives. They had swum for miles through the wreckage and if they had not each grabbed a large tub, on which they were washed ashore by a merciful sea current on the beach of Sumatra, he would not have been sitting here in the long skiff with his wet beard now.

That day when the fire mouths of the pirate sent his elegant ship to the depths, Simon Verbeeck swore an oath that he would devote the rest of his life to the destruction of the earth’s pirates. Together with Wilhelm Rieckert, he sailed back to his beautiful Amsterdam. He wanted to start again somewhere. He went to the authorities to apply for a new vessel, but this time an armed vessel with many fire mouths. The hunt for pirates had become an obsession with him, but the Company simply would not listen to him. They did not fancy a man who wanted to focus on pirates. Shocked and disillusioned, Simon Verbeeck wandered around Amsterdam and tried to find a private financier who would enable him to build or buy his own vessel and then equip it so that he could hunt the ships with the skull and crossbones on their flag. But no financier in Holland was willing to lift a finger against the terror of piracy. Everyone just assumed that Simon Verbeeck would lose out against the pirates.

So disappointed and disillusioned was this strong seafarer that he sailed to the Cape of Good Hope because he imagined that in that new settlement there would be more hope to scrape something together. He spoke to sailors who often visited the Cape of Good Hope, and they told him of the great expansion that was underway in the new colony that was started by Johan van Riebeeck. They had impressed upon him that there were fortunes to be made at the Cape.

Simon Verbeeck then sailed to the Cape of Good Hope, followed by his good and faithful henchman, Wilhelm Rieckert.

But at the Cape, Simon’s disillusionment was even greater, because instead of a large and flourishing settlement, he found a small and struggling colony, where there were not many prospects and where the chances were therefore very slim.

There, he first did carpentry work for the Company, but later Simon decided that the call of the sea was too strong for him. He built the long skiff for himself, sought a crew, and started fishing. With that, he would slowly gather money. For some reason, he felt that something was waiting for him, here at the southern tip of Africa where the large ships come sailing in like swans, from the Far East and from Europe. He was convinced that an unexpected opportunity would be offered to him here, to become his own master at sea, to own his own vessel, and to go out against the pirates who had become such a scourge for all shipping.

That disaster at sea, near the coast of Sumatra, cost Simon Verbeeck dearly, because not only was his reputation as a seafarer damaged that day, much more happened to him.

Here where he is now sitting in the bow of the long skiff, with the south-westerly wind of the Cape waters raging in his face, he relives that scene in his thoughts again. With a large cargo of spices, Eastern food, and precious stones, his vessel was on its way back to the harbours of Holland that day. Then he saw the large billowing mainsail appear on the horizon, and he saw the swift vessel cleave through the water, proud and majestic, like a swan of the sea. He was immediately on his guard and called his entire crew on deck. They tore open the gun ports, loaded the cannons, and stood ready with the cannon torches. But they had no chance. The pirate swooped down on them and with the first full salvo of his stronger fire mouths, he broke Simon Verbeeck’s vessel. The main mast was shot down low above the deck, and soon there was just a chaos of fire and sulphur.

For Simon Verbeeck, that battle was a twofold battle. Together with his men, he fought until the blood ran down into his boots. They wiped out about a quarter of the pirate crew when the thugs jumped on deck. But all of that did them no good.

Simon fought furiously to try to retain his ship.

But he also fought to retain his young wife, Maria. She had made that voyage with him from Amsterdam. They were then strong in their youthful love, because they had recently been married, and because Simon was such an excellent and reliable seafarer, the Company had allowed him to take his young bride with him on this voyage to Java.

But that day, Simon lost her. In the confusion of blood, death, and flames, he lost his Maria. The last he saw of her was when a tall pirate grabbed her and stood on the side of the burning vessel, looking for a rope to swing across to the pirate ship. Simon had charged at him with his sword, but at the very last moment, the pirate swung over to the pirate vessel with a cry of victory. On that confused deck, Simon saw her disappear. That was the last he saw of her.

When all was lost, Simon and Wilhelm Rieckert, together with a number of other men, jumped into the sea among the debris. They each got a tub in their hands and swam out with it to the beach of Sumatra. Simon’s tears were mixed with the salt of the sea.

That day, he swore a curse on all pirates. That day, an ideal was born in him, to fight against them until he died or until he had regained his wife.

After many months, Simon returned to Holland after his failed mission to get a new vessel into his hands. He crossed over to England. He even joined a...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 3.9.2025
• Übersetzer: Pieter Haasbroek, Ai
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-092308-7 / 0000923087
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-092308-0 / 9780000923080