The Iron Crown of New Albion
The cannons of Trafalgar still roared in Edward Harrington's ears when the sea swallowed him whole. One moment he stood on the deck of HMS Victory, salt spray stinging his face, the next a cannonball tore through the mainmast and the world dissolved into splintered wood and screaming men. He felt the cold embrace of the Atlantic, the weight of his uniform dragging him down into the black, and...
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