Chasing Windrider - Prologue

Heavy boots slapped against the rain-soaked ground, throwing mud out in every direction as the soldiers ran out like chickens with their heads cut off. Sirens blared through the air, waking up anybody silly enough to actually make an attempt at sleep. Those that had already been awake, pressed their hands over their ears in a vain attempt to block out the deafening noise. They were all looking for one man, the one man they all knew. Even those that hadn’t personally met him knew who they were after. They were all told to be wary of the killer pirate. He was a master escape artist and held in the prisons more secure cell, never allowed out, and fed through an inch tall slit at the bottom of his door.
The island in and of itself should’ve been enough to keep him contained. The prison was settled on the rocky island of Osara, miles away from the nearest shore, and almost permanently encircled in a blanket of fog thick as pea-soup. The waters surrounding the island were deadly, slamming any boats back up into the rocks, sinking the craft in minutes. Sharks were also known to patrol the waters, attacking the seals and coloring the sea with blood.
The man the soldiers searched for was a notorious murderer, infamous master thief, and known pillager of women.
His name was Rangur.
And he has escaped.


A mile away, furiously paddling his tiny dinghy, was Rangur the Slayer. The muscles in his arms stood out like chords beneath his sickly pale skin, burning from the strain. Sweat poured from his face, making his clothes stick to his flesh. Limp blood red hair hung wetly in his face, plastered to his scalp with sweat and moisture from the fog. He continued to fight against the current, making his way north, away from the Prison of Osara. He spat in its direction, a grin crossing his face, making the scar that ran from above one eyebrow, down over his eye and down his cheek stand out, even in the gloom.
Glancing up at the sky, his eyes glittered with malice. “I’m coming for you, captain of the Sangue-Padre. You’ll regret having me arrested.” He vowed. “I’m coming for you, Chenbeard.”