The Time Hunters and the Box of Eternity (Time Hunters, #2)

by Carl Ashmore

Palmer House Hotel before … she really is a treat, isn’t she? If I can draw your attention upwards.’ Becky looked up to see the most spectacular ceiling. Hand-painted with rich, vibrant colours, there were twenty one giant frescoes, each one depicting a different mythological scene. ‘Painted by French muralist, Louis Pierre Rigal, in 1900,’ Uncle Percy said, ‘each panel features a famous Greek myth.

Nassau is all bad. All of the major pirate chieftains and their crews lived there at some point: Calico Jack Rackham, Charles Vane, Black Sam Bellamy and even Blackbeard himself.

The thing is, all of us are here by the grace of the big fella upstairs.’ He pointed upward. ‘So you just have to ride this bronco called Life and hold on for as long as you can. That’s what those Black Head boys have done. And that’s how I know your pappy is gonna be just fine.’

And just then, Becky could understand why the Black Head’s crew had remained together in life and beyond. Friendship. Family. A sense of belonging. These were the things that mattered. Not money. She glanced over at Uncle Percy, Will and finally Joe and knew deep down that spending time with them, sharing adventures, making sure they were all safe - these things meant more to her than all the riches in the world.