Try number like seven or some bullshit
Dear [agent]
Call Isabelle a pirate, and she'll call you a liar. She's a businesswoman. Yes, her sails are black, and yes, her best arguments are made with a gun, but still, the transactions are fair. There are rules. There is a code. She will not kill unless she needs to. She will not steal homes.
She is not the Navy.
Tortuga is gone. Not destroyed—gone. The Navy came, and when they left, an entire island was missing from the sky. Piracy is no more. However, in their haste for justice, the Navy forgot something, an unassuming silver honeycomb with bronze gears. First it buzzes, and then it makes everything break.
It is the most powerful weapon in all the floating isles of Ventum.
Adrift aboard her ship and low on fuel, Isabelle struggles with the loss of her home. She wants revenge, but she needs to protect her crew more. However, she soon realizes the Navy's justice is far from over, and if they aren't stopped, all of Ventum will suffer. Because these new weapons do more than sink islands and break ships. There's a snowstorm in the middle of summer, and the rain no longer drifts with the wind. The water smells like acid.
Isabelle is not the Navy, but she might have to become them if she wants to save her crew from their new weapons.
STORMBREATHER is a dieselpunk adventure novel with hints of science fiction and fantasy. It measures 93,000 words.
