'The Samurai Mermaid' ebook

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I seem to have successfully navigated my way to Yachting Monthly's forum book section, and send cheerful greetings to everyone here.
A few years ago, I found an article about a 'tea bag pistol' contest in Yachting Monthly, and sent away for more information, and received a very nice letter from them in reply telling all about the contest that year, and winning entry, which was known as the 'Gornaway Tea Bag Pistol' by K J Endean.
Over time, a book idea was conceived, and now it has come to fruition, and contains an episode involving South Seas fishing boat pirates and a Gornaway pistol.
In the page immediately following the title page is the following entry in honor of Mr. Endean:
With a special word of appreciation to
The Great Yachting Monthly
magazine for information gleaned from
their article on the award-winning, world-famous,
Gornaway Tea Bag Pistol by K J Endean.

Also is given the following information in another entry on the same page:
Lovingly dedicated to those
Rare and precious souls,
Who are oh so very real,
But don't officially exist,
Except in DID/MPD minds.

'DID/MPD' refers to 'Dissociative Identity Disorder' and 'Multiple Personality Disorder', two terms which are treated more or less synonymously in the book.

And then this entry:
Some passages in this book, having to do with the condition known as Multiple Personality Disorder, are loosely based on actual events and are of an autobiographical nature.

Here is an excerpt:
Crouching low and clinging to the center pole of the spiral staircase, Rachel emerged halfway up onto the main deck. With her eyes peering narrowly for danger, she rose steadily higher inch by inch until she was visible from the waist up with her sheathed swords strapped into place. In her white-knuckled fists, her slender fingers were tightly clutching that most deadly of all possible weapons, the Gornaway Tea Bag Pistol, invented by K J Endean, of Basingstoke (where else?), England.
It was a spring-loaded tea bag launcher, hand-made of white PVC pipe and stainless steel fittings, which looked like a mad scientist's Rube Goldberg blunderbuss.

Here is the link to the ebook:
http://www.amazon.com/Samurai-Mermaid-Yumiko-Ichihara-ebook/dp/B00QFKWGHO/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

It starts out with a wingsuit episode, and by the way, I have flown a Rogallo hang glider.

Here is our Author page, where you can get a peek at us:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002M8WF56

In behalf of Yumiko, my beloved wife, and myself, we cordially thank you for dropping in.

 

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Promotional excerpts from the book's web page;
http://www.amazon.com/Samurai-Mermaid-Yumiko-Ichihara-ebook/dp/B00QFKWGHO/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Rachel awoke to find herself stripped down to nothing but her satin white bra and cotton panties, bound by a rope at the wrists behind her back and criss-crossed across her chest between her breasts to a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair.
Chuck held up a digital camera and a Taser. "Smile," he teased cutely, and triggered the snapping Taser at her. "Or else!"
She suddenly realized she was in extreme danger of a unique peril no Singleton -no non-Multiple- need fear.
Schism!

Behind her, the glistening white yacht continued to plunge with an awful sense of doom and finality into the murky depths. Rachel's chain mail shone with a soft bluish luster in the slanting rays of the sun through the shimmering sea water. Her dark blue color scheme was a perfect disguise, blending naturally into the colors of the sea...

The water was breathtakingly translucent, and Rich was able to see where he was going with marvelous clarity, as he brought the mini-Nautilus around until she was aimed directly at the broad flank of the big tuna fisher.
He shoved the throttle forward to the max.
The one-man Nautilus went racing through the water with a powerful whir of its electric motor.
Bullets began zinging into the water all around him and pinging off the tough iron hull and bulletproof glass of the mini-Nautilus as the distance to her wallowing target diminished steadily to zero.
Wham!
Her pointed nose pranged into the side of the biggest fishing boat just below the water line and punctured her soft steel hull.
Rich banged his forehead on an inner projection with the force of the impact.
"Ten points, you bastards!" he howled...

Finally when they were almost upon her, she drew the legendary blade and held it straight up and down in front of her. Watching motionlessly through her diving goggles, she continued turning her head this way and that, the fringes of her dark hair streaming from beneath the mantle of her cowling.
This is too much. I can't face them all!
Fuyuko! Please help me!
In a blink of an eye, Rachel suddenly blacked out and Fuyuko -'Child of Winter'- took over.
Fuyuko didn't just fight with greater skill, she could slow her heartbeat and economize her motions with both her voluntary and involuntary skeletal muscles and hold her breath up to twice as long as Rachel.
During this time, the swarm of attackers were crowding closer and closer around Fuyuko while remaining just out of range, constantly surfacing for air and diving down again to watch for an opening, as the closest pirates brandished their machetes and knives with ugly scowls. Their numbers continued to mount as they surrounded her in a gradually tightening wall of human bodies on all sides...

"Gentlemen, need I remind you all," the tall, immaculate, and genteel Captain Marc Dupere, the heavy-set, bearded Master of the Nautilus, was speaking in a distinctly French accent, "that our original mission has been scrubbed. Our new mission is to patrol the last known map coordinates of the Virtual Snowflake's emergency distress signal beacon, and find the missing girl and her father, Rachel and Richard Wrothic, and any other survivors, with all other considerations being secondary."
"There was some kind of a report of a young girl known as the 'Samurai Mermaid'," said Captain Dupere, "who appeared out of nowhere and routed the pirate attack single-handedly using a Japanese katana, and then disappeared again afterward as mysteriously as she had first appeared. Perhaps she rescued the girl. But the story is so outlandish that it seems best to put it down to superstition and rumor-mongering. Anyway, nobody seems to know a thing about her. But we must not give in to despair; there yet remains every hope of finding the missing daughter..."

"Beware, Rachel," whispered Tran. "You are no match for the likes of Mata Jahat!"

 

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From the Amazon 'Look Inside' feature;
The Samurai Mermaid

The thunder of voices battered at her from every direction as Rachel and the renegade Prince stood frozen with crossed sword tips on the back of the stranded Nautilus.
The Prince's muscles were bulging so much she felt like a human twig by comparison. There was more at stake now than who would win or lose this fight. More than the fate of the Nautilus.

A Japanese-American hafu girl, sixteen year old Rachel Wrothic barely remembered her deceased Japanese mother and lived with her Caucasian father, Rich, just up the hill overlooking scenic Shelter Island in Point Loma.
Kidnapped as a little girl by an international ring of child traffickers, by the time Rachel was tracked down and rescued by her father she was subsequently diagnosed with DID/MPD -commonly known as Multiple Personality Disorder- with three known 'Alters'; Rachel, the Root, a.k.a. 'the bratty one' and most juvenile of the three; Yume-chan, whose name meant 'Dream Child'; and Fuyuko, the eldest, a shy 'kimono girl' and deadly professionally trained bokuto artist whose name meant 'Winter Child'.

Ex-US Navy Seal and certified HALO diver Richard Wrothic, avid member of various Nautilus submarine forums, had worked his way up the chain of command as an experienced field agent in the secretive Federal agency known as the ABC Unit into a position in upper management.
As the target of a vicious stalking and bullying campaign at Silver Fox High, Rachel was struggling to keep her head above water, and prone to taking chances.
So Rich took it pretty much in stride when his headstrong daughter impersonated a professional female stunt wingsuiter in a hair-raising advertising jump for a Japanese soft drink company high over the Swiss Alps, and barely survived a snafu.
But when Rachel deliberately rollerbladed through a plate glass sliding door and was miraculously untouched by the shards of glass, Rich decided enough was enough. To give his distraught daughter a break from the gang stalkers and bullies at school, he purchased one of the fastest luxury power yachts in the world, rounded up some old Special Ops buddies, and took his emotionally drowning daughter on a scenic cruise in the balmy South Pacific.
Everything went smoothly, until they encountered a boatload of refugees under attack by pirates, and decided to break out the M-16s from the concealed gun locker and engage in a little private sector intervention, and suddenly everything came unglued.

 

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longer Gornaway Tea Bag Pistol excerpt

According to the 'Drunken Sailor' sea chanty, they 'put him in bed with the captain's daughter'.
But that trick doesn't work too well when she is armed with a Gornaway Tea Bag Pistol, some unused tea bags, and a bottle of hot sauce.

(beginning of excerpt):
Upon observing his entrance, Rachel held up the contraption of white plastic PVC tubing and froze as she found herself seriously out-gunned by the formidable business end of the AK-47 pointed directly at her shapely rack.

Still leering crazily at her, he took a step up the slanting deck as he reached out a lanky arm in order to lay a hand on the slender girl.
But before he could grab her, she raised the Gornaway.
"Tea time."
She fired the Gornaway point-blank.
Thook.
The trigger released the stainless steel coil spring and the weapon fired a double-shot load of two soaking wet tea bags dipped in concentrated 20 million Scoville rated hot sauce units directly into the leering pirate's face.

...Rachel retreated again with her Gornaway -it being splendidly British but only a one-shot weapon- down the tilted spiral staircase to the bottom landing where she remained in a semi-crouch in churning and foaming sea water that was already waist-deep and steadily rising.
(end of excerpt).

cheers everyone