I'm very pleased to have a short story in Rising Tides: A Pirate Anthology, which is out now from Outland Entertainment in paperback and ebook. My mother's from Newfoundland, and I've long been fascinated by the strange-but-true stories of monsters and pirates on and near its shores. Here's the opening:

As the rowboat passes beneath the bowsprit, Sheila blows a kiss to the figurehead.
Fortuna is showing her age and the effects of too many rough nights in the Atlantic; her paint is peeling, and her blindfold is cracked. Sheila knows how she feels. But they’re survivors, both the wooden woman and the real one. The first time Sheila saw the Happy Adventure, it was from this side of the bowsprit, and it’s worked out well for her so far.
The coast of Newfoundland looks as water-beaten as the ship: rocky fingers reaching into the sea, and green cliffs beyond. It reminds her a little of Ireland. But she doesn’t like to think about Ireland.
In the rowboat, three men and Sheila. Her husband, Gilbert, rowing manfully. Barnes, the quartermaster. And Martins, a boy they picked up in Portugal last season, who’s proven unsettlingly deft with a knife. They always bring Martins along for these recruitment expeditions, in case of trouble. There is often trouble.