Book 5: Back to Port Royal
*Sabrina*
I’m sweating in a polyester corset.
Not a proper, laced-up-with-care historical corset, but a cheap polyester knockoff with faux brass buttons that feel like they might peel off if I breathe too hard, and a faint chemical scent that’s becoming harder to ignore the longer it bakes in the sun. The fake leather belt at my waist digs into my ribs every time I shift on the creaky bench of the tour boat. My thighs are glued to the vinyl seat, and my curls are rapidly evolving into a lion’s mane of frizz.
If I die of heatstroke before I ever see Port Royal, I want that in my obituary.
Sabrina Torres, 25, museum archivist and occasional bad cosplayer of pirate history, perished tragically while wearing a plastic sword.
“Will you stop fidgeting?” Maddie bu
