When rigging sings in the gusts of the south-west wind, the wave thumps the side of a frigate with a springy force, and in a leather pouch the pesos and ducats clink— it feels like a dream that, once, has been dreaming to every boy: about pirate raids on tropical islands, a beautiful stranger, and a good blade that saves your life. But if, waking up, you find yourself on deck beside copper cannons, swaths of tarred ropes and a pair of goons reeking of rum—then it’s bad. Either you’ll have to see a psychiatrist—or… that’s exactly the second option Andrew Serov had to deal with. Former circus performer, former special forces man, former businessman—and now former private detective, whose tangled investigation led first to Kamchatka and then to the shores of Espagnola… three hundred years before his own birth.
Earlier, the book was published under the title “Filibuster.”