Mississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman, Fine Lady, and Li by L. A. MeyerMississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman, Fine Lady, and Li by L. A. Meyer

Mississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman…

byL. A. Meyer

Paperback | September 13, 2010

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The intrepid Jacky Faber, having once again eluded British authorities, heads west, hoping that no one will recognize her in the wilds of America. There she tricks the tall-tale hero Mike Fink out of his flatboat, equips it as a floating casino-showboat, and heads south to New Orleans, battling murderous bandits, British soldiers, and other scoundrels along the way. Will Jacky's carelessness and impulsive actions ultimately cause her beloved Jaimy to be left in her wake?
L. A. Meyer is the author of the Bloody Jack series, which has been praised for its spirited heroine and rousing sense of adventure. He lives in Corea, Maine. www.jackyfaber.com
Title:Mississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman…Format:PaperbackDimensions:624 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.53 inPublished:September 13, 2010Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0152066322

ISBN - 13:9780152066321

Appropriate for ages: 12


Rated 1 out of 5 by from meh didn't enjoy this like i hoped..was very bored....gonna give the second book a shot though
Date published: 2017-03-14
Rated 1 out of 5 by from meh didn't enjoy this like i hoped..was very bored....gonna give the second book a shot though
Date published: 2017-03-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely A Must Read! As the first book in this series it grabs you from the first second. A young orphan fighting with her pals against the world moving that onto the sea, keeping the biggest secret of all or potentially face death. I would recommend this book and really the rest of the series to anyone who loves the sea, nautical stories, or just feels intrigued by the life style of people in this time period its a must read for anyone!
Date published: 2016-11-10
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Too much adventure in this book She did everything from bull riding modeling to reading tarot cards. But she's heading back to Boston. She's done more in three yes then most people have done in 70 yrs..,.
Date published: 2013-06-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty good OK adventure. Again this girl has nine lives plus more. Great intro for introducing China into the story line, but not crazy about the rapid creation of Jamie character of highway man. Lot of romance in this. Good start to making Joannie the copy of Jacky Faber.
Date published: 2013-06-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kobo Fails Horribly @ Print Transfer Amazing book, but I was horridly disappointed with the ridiculous number of text transfer errors. Whoever did the exchange over from the book print to digital copy did an absolutely crappy job at parts. Several times the main character "Jacky" is misspelled again and again as "Tacky" - and that's just one example of the multitude of errors found throughout the Kobo copy of this book...
Date published: 2013-06-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good read For a 16 yrs old. A lot of travelling and the best diver of today and never meeting up with any under water animal - luck I guess.
Date published: 2013-05-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another good novel The author did a good job of making a 16 yr old girl smart as a teacher, doctor,diver every aspect of life that takes a normal person at least 50 yrs to accomplish. Good thing the author keeps mentioning her age throughout the book. The adventures are fantastic though.
Date published: 2013-05-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting book Still not sure what travelling down the Mississippi river has do to with Jacky taking over raft and commanding it as a ship has to with anything, but the tales were alright.
Date published: 2013-04-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good but... It was all good and and it made me laugh constantly, but i felt like it was missing something. Probably i expected more. Still, it's worth reading and i hope L. A. Meyer will bring us some more in the next installment. Finished in 2 days
Date published: 2013-01-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Fabulous Nautical Tale I'm a huge fan of nautical tales and unfortunately female protaganists aren't very common in this sea fairing tales. I quite enjoyed this novel because the main character pretends to be a boy and spends much time trying to protect her secret and eventually falls in love with a fellow ship's boy Jaimy Fletcher. This is quite awkward because Jaimy has feelings for Jacky but thinks she's a boy as does everyone else. So in the name of love she tells Jaimy that she is in fact a girl and they can be together. Now they simply must keep her secret from the rest of the crew...
Date published: 2008-05-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from THE BEST This series is my favorite series EVER beating out Harry Potter buy a long shot....this series is amazing - I own every book. Buy it!
Date published: 2007-01-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wonderful! One of the best reads I've had in a lon Bloody Jack is a book revolving around our heroine Jacky. Jacky is an orphan living on the streets in the 19th century. She takes on the alias Jack or Jacky as she masquerades as a boy aboard the HMS Dolphin, in His Majesty's navy. Jacky recieves another name "Bloody Jack" because she had a tendency to accidentally kill people. Adding to the chaos is the fact that Jacky has fallen in love with one of the other boys on the ship, who of course is unaware that she is a girl. There are two other books in the Bloody Jack series. They are called Curse of the Blue Tattoo and Under the Jolly Roger. Both are quite good, but I think Bloody Jack is the best so far in the series.
Date published: 2006-06-06

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Chapter 1 My name is spoken and the damning words are pronounced and I see the bayonets cross my chest, and all the fond hopes that were rising within that chest die. I am found out.            I drop my seabag. Maybe I can make it over the side and into the water, I think desperately and lunge for the side, but then two hard, heavy hands grasp each of my upper arms and I am held fast and then pulled back from the gangway, back from Jaimy and all my friends, and back to what I know will be my doom.            After my years of military service, it is my instinct to obey the authority vested in a British captain and yield myself up, but, No! Not this time, not with Jaimy not fifty feet away. No! No more Good Soldier Jacky, no more Obedient Midshipman Faber! I twist my head to the side, thinking to bite the hand that holds my right arm, and so be able to draw my shiv from its sheath hidden in my left sleeve, but it is all in vain—the marine senses my intention and pulls his hand out of range of my teeth by hauling my arm behind my back. Ow! Damn!             I squeal and squall and struggle and squirm and curse them all to Hell and back, ten times over, and while I try to bring my heel up into the left marine’s crotch, he is too tall for that, and the two just hold me all the tighter. All I can do now is watch as this all plays out around me, and cry out in total frustration and rage. So close. Oh, Jaimy, so close . . .            A stunned silence falls over the formerly festive crowd. What? What is going on? I dimly hear a parent say. Who? What? Piracy? I hear from another dumbfounded onlooker. She’s just a girl! Why are they holding her? How could—?            Clarissa Howe, being the last one down the gangway, is the first to react to my arrest. She turns and charges back up, crying, “Like hell she is! Run, Jacky! Run!” and she launches herself at Captain Rutherford, as it was he who uttered those damning words.            The crowd is now roaring its disapproval, and others come storming up the gangway.            “Get her off me, dammit!” shouts the Captain, flailing his arms against Clarissa’s onslaught of fists, fingernails, and teeth.            “Let her go, you!” snarls Clarissa, baring her teeth for an assault on Captain Rutherford’s defenseless nose. His nose, however, is spared that grisly fate as the arm of a burly Bo’sun’s Mate encircles her about the waist and hauls her to the rail.             “But what do I do with her, Sir?” bleats the obviously overmatched Bo’sun, as he endures a torrent of blows and curses from the struggling form he holds.            “Throw her overboard, that’s what you do!” roars Captain Rutherford, outraged at this unlooked-for chaos on his holy quarterdeck. “And pull up the gangway!”            Clarissa shrieks as she is tossed over the rail, a shriek that is cut short as she hits the water.            If the sound of the splash as Clarissa Worthington Howe enters the chill waters of Boston Harbor gave the Captain any cheer, that cheer would have been quickly dampened by the grim sight of Chrissy, Rose, Hermione, and Minerva, who had wrested themselves from their parents’ joyous embraces to string their bows at Katy Deere’s command of “Dianas! To me!” and now followed her up the not-yet-pulled gangway, arrows nocked and looking for targets.            I can see Katy’s eyes narrow as she sizes up the situation and pulls back and lets fly her arrow, which wings across the quarterdeck and thuds into the chest of the marine at my right hand. I expect him to drop my arm and fall to the deck, but he does not, for Katy’s aim was true, too true—it hit him directly in the middle of his chest where his two white leather belts cross on his breastbone. I doubt the arrow, which had a crude nail as an arrowhead, even pierced his skin. Even so, he stares down at the arrow in horror. I try to jerk free again, but his grip is still strong in spite of his amazement at the thing sticking out of his chest.            Chrissy King pulls and aims and lets fly at Captain Rutherford’s neck, but her father, charging up the gangway, shouting, “Christina! Whatever are you doing?” manages to jostle her enough to spoil her aim, and her arrow buries itself in the mast a scant few inches from the Captain’s outraged face. I know that this is a man who has faced murderous cannon fire, cruel clouds of flying splinters, and the peppering of bullets from enemy sharpshooters, but I know also that he has faced nothing like this.            “Cut the gangway!” he screams, and two men run up with knives and cut the ropes, sacrificing the Juno’s gangway to the riot. The gangway crashes down to the water, spilling the rest of the Dianas into the harbor and preventing any more arrows from being loosed in the direction of the Juno. Chrissy’s father, Mr. King, also joins his daughter and her friends in the muddy water.            Pandemonium rules on the dock. The rest of my Sisters, denied access to the ship, grab fruit and other things from the vendors on the wharf and wing them toward the officers on the deck of the Juno, often with great effect. But not, however, on my two restraining marines, who continue to hold me in an iron grip. I try stomping on their feet, but though they grunt, they do not let go.            “Arrest them!” shouts the Captain, rushing to the rail and shaking his fist at the crowd. “You, there! Constable! Do your duty,” he orders the confused Constable Wiggins, “or, by God, I’ll blockade this godforsaken harbor and starve you all to death!” The Captain then takes a well-thrown fish to his face and staggers back, his great dignity gone, and he is reduced to wiping the fish slime out of his eye and cursing the fact he ever picked up this pack of goddamned Amazons from the middle of the goddamned ocean.            I see Wiggins furrow his brow over his piggy little eyes, and I know he is thinking: The female in question, that Jacky Faber: bad. Authority in the person of the British Captain: good. He nods, then blows his whistle, and he and his henchmen wade into the crowd, swinging their rods.            “Get her below!” yells Captain Rutherford. “Put her in the brig! And keep watch on her. Yeow! Damn!” He ducks as another arrow whizzes by his head. It appears that not all of the Dianas went down with the gangway.            I had seen Jaimy try to struggle up the gangway. Oh, Jaimy! Don’t! It won’t work! Go back! But with the crush of girls and parents, he could not gain the quarterdeck, and now with the gangway fallen, there is no hope of him boarding. Could I not have spoken to him, embraced him, been with him, if even for a moment? Oh, why am I denied even that? I slump down, defeated, in the hands of my captors, who begin to drag me to a hatchway.            As I am pulled back from the rail, I lose sight of the people on the wharf, but I can see fish and vegetables and various animal parts continue to rain down on the formerly spotless deck, and I can hear the howls of rage and the curses that continue unabated from the crowd. A bucket arcs through the air and hits the deck, spilling bloody chicken heads across the booted toes of the still-lined-up officers. And above it all, there’s Wiggins, sounding like an enraged bull as he bellows orders to his men, who attempt to control the mob.            One of the marines kicks open the hatch, and I am shoved toward the hole, but then I hear: “Release her or I’ll kill you where you stand!”            I snap my head around and see that Jaimy has managed to get on deck and is facing Captain Rutherford. He must have crawled up Two Line, just like when he was a ship’s boy, and now he’s red in the face with fury and he is drawing his sword. No, Jaimy, don’t. There’s too many of them!            Captain Rutherford puffs up, his face as angry and red as Jaimy’s, as he pulls his own sword and roars, “A boy dares come aboard my ship, dressed in the uniform of my service, and addresses me thus? I fear it shall be you, Sir, who is killed, not me!” I see him nod at officers who stand behind Jaimy, but Jaimy does not. A large man pins Jaimy’s arms to his sides before he can get his sword even halfway out of its scabbard.            Jaimy sputters in helpless rage, “God damn you to Hell! Get them off me! Stand and fight me like a man!”Copyright © 2007 by L. A. Meyer All rights reserved. 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Editorial Reviews

The fun rolls on like the mighty Mississippi . . . Jacky continues to amaze readers with her clever plots, narrow escapes, and the uncanny ability to outwit thieves and bureaucrats, make money, and have some fun. Fans will look forward to the next installment." - VOYA (4Q)"