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Reminder: Free short story – see below “A Pearl for Your Enjoyment”

If all is going to plan, by the time I post this blog, I should be at Cooktown, North Queensland, the setting for the novel “Shadows on the Goldfield Track”.

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Dates to remember:

‘Author Talk’ at Cooktown Library on Wednesday 3rd August 2022 at 10 am

‘Meet the Author’ at the Cooktown Nature’s Powerhouse on 5th August 2022 at lunchtime.

Sitting in the park enticing visitors to the Cooktown Markets to view my novels. Saturday 6th August 2022.

‘Author Talk’ at Burdekin Library on Wednesday 10th August 2022 at 10 am

Keep safe, Keep smiling, Keep reading, Keep writing.

Elizabeth Rimmington

www.elizabethrimmington.com.au

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A Pearl for your Enjoyment

Excerpt from the novel now in the process of editing and the third book in the trilogy following “Shadows on the Goldfield Track”.

 “Devil’s eyeballs! Diver! Birdie, will you look out here to the stern?”

Diver Bird’s head lifted at the sound of Curley’s call from the rear of the vessel. His hands never left their hold on the rope and air hoses snaking their way down to Henry below.

“God forbid, that’s one big shark. Hopefully, Henry hasn’t seen it. It’ll frighten the bejesus out of him.” At that moment, Birdie felt the stillness of the man underwater. “I think he may have seen the shark.” Diver Bird’s gaze moved to Ed who stood beside Curley staring into the sea. “You know this fella, Squid. Is he likely to panic?”

Ed shook his head. “In all the years I worked in St. Bart’s hospital with Red, I’ve never seen him flinch at whatever is thrown his way. He spent his early years helping his doctor uncle in the surgery at Cooktown during the height of the gold rush. But a shark wanting to feast on him, I don’t know.”

Birdie next addressed the deckhand now swinging the air pump handle.

“You just keep pumping that air, Teak. Don’t you go watching the bloody shark.”

His gaze returned to Ed whose eyes followed the shark. “Well, you can say a few hail Marys or just pray Henry keeps perfectly still in the hope the fish isn’t hungry or hasn’t smelt him out yet.”

Curley walked over to where Birdie held the umbilical cords loosely in his fingers straining to sense what may be happening below.

“How long’s he been down there? You said you’d only give him ten minutes. That can be extended if needed as long as we keep the air up to him.”

“Take the rifle up onto the helm deck and watch the bloody shark will you, Curley. Let me know the moment it shifts in any direction. I don’t want to shoot it unless we have to – the blood will start a feeding frenzy with every shark in the ocean inviting themselves along.” Birdie whispered. “Ask Ed and The Eel to come over here in case I have to rush Henry up and he needs medical attention. Quietly, Curley, we don’t want to set everyone on edge.”

But it was a bit late for that. The remainder of the divers and the crew, including the cook from the galley, hung over the side of the ship.

Excerpt completed.