The Wake of the Lorelei Lee: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, On Her Way to Botany Bay by L. A. MeyerThe Wake of the Lorelei Lee: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, On Her Way to Botany Bay by L. A. Meyer

The Wake of the Lorelei Lee: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, On Her Way…

byL. A. Meyer

Paperback | April 17, 2012

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"[Jacky] uses her wit, beauty, charm, and numerous skills to wiggle herself out of yet another fine mess. . . . Easy to read and entertaining."- VOYA Jacky Faber, rich from her exploits diving for Spanish gold, has purchased the Lorelei Lee to carry passengers across the Atlantic. Believing she has been absolved of past sins against the Crown, Jacky docks in London to take on her crew, but is instead arrested and sentenced to life in the newly formed penal colony in Australia. To add insult to injury, the Lorelei Lee is confiscated to carry female convicts to populate New South Wales. Not one to give in to self-pity, Jacky rallies her sisters to "better" their position-resulting in wild escapades, brushes with danger, and much hilarity.
L. A. Meyer is the acclaimed writer of the Bloody Jack Adventures, praised for engaging characters and vivid historical detail. This rollicking series follows the exploits of a spirited heroine who climbs from the squalid streets of London to become an adventurer of the highest order. L. A. Meyer lives on the coast of Maine. Visit h...
Title:The Wake of the Lorelei Lee: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, On Her Way…Format:PaperbackDimensions:576 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.35 inPublished:April 17, 2012Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0547721943

ISBN - 13:9780547721941


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 April 1807 Boston, Massachusetts USA "Must you have your grubby hands on her chest, Davy? Must you? I swear you are just the dirtiest little monkey!" Davy Jones is leaning over the bow and has a grimy paw on each of the girl’s breasts. The rogue grins hugely, but does not change his grip. "Gotta hold on to somethin’, Jacky. We wouldn’t want to drop her in the drink now, would we?" "You drop her in, Mate, and you’re goin’ in after her. Tink, take a strain. John Thomas, swing her in and hold her. There. Good." "She’s in place, Skipper." "All right, pound ’er in." Jim Tanner swings the heavy mallet and drives in the thick pegs that will hold the girl in place on the bow, under the bowsprit. Then we all step back to admire the figurehead. My, my . . . Look at that, now . . . She is absolutely beautiful. I had hired a master woodcarver to carve her because my ship lacked such a figurehead, and I felt we needed one to guide us on our watery way; and a real master he turned out to be. She is carved of good solid oak and positively glows in her new paint—luminous pink skin with long amber tresses that wrap around her slim body. Her back is arched to match the curve of the ship’s stem; her breasts thrust proudly forward, peeking out through the thick strands of her hair. She smiles—her red lips slightly parted, as if her voice were lifted in song—and her hands hold a small golden harp, a lyre, actually, which conveniently, and modestly, covers her lower female part. When we’d discussed the sculpture, the carver, Mr. Simms, thought it would be just the thing if the piece looked like me, and I agreed. The Lorelei Lee is my ship, after all, and so I posed for him—in my natural state, as it were. All who know me know that I am not exactly shy in that regard. Plus Master Carver Simms is an old man, so what’s the harm? I must say Mr. Simms succeeded most admirably in capturing my particular features, and I am most pleased with the result. And, oh, I am so very pleased with all the other parts of my beautiful ship, as well. She is called a brigantine, having two sturdy masts, square-rigged on the foremast, with three fore-and-aft sails off the front and the mainmast rigged with a fore-and-aft spanker as mainsail. She is, in dimensions and sail rig, much like my first real command, HMS Wolverine, which was a brig; but in elegance and spirit, she is much more like my beautiful Emerald, who now sleeps beneath the sea. I like saying brigantine better than brig, as it sounds more elegant. And, oh, she is elegant. I fell in love with her at first sight, lying all sleek next to Ruffles Wharf, looking as if she wanted to shake off the lines that bound her to the land and go tearing off to sea. It was from there that we did take her directly for her sea trials, and she performed most admirably, running before the wind like a greyhound, dancing over the waves and pointing up into the weather like she wanted to charge directly into the teeth of the gale itself. Glory! I had purchased the Lorelei Lee from a Captain Ichabod Lee, who had named her after his daughter. I decided to keep the name, the mythic Lorelei being something like a mermaid who sat on a rock on the Rhine River in Germany and lured poor sailors to their doom with her singing. So it seems appropriate, somehow, my having been something of a mermaid myself in the near past, as well as my being a singer of songs, though I wish no doom on any poor sailor. How could I afford such a splendid craft, you ask? Hmmm? Well, that’s where the mermaid bit comes in. Earlier this year I had been sent by British Naval Intelligence on a treasure hunting expedition, diving on a Spanish wreck off Key West in Florida. It was entirely against my will, but my will or wishes don’t seem to matter much in this world. The wreck was the Santa Magdalena, and she had yielded up much, much gold and silver, so much so that it didn’t seem quite fair that King Georgie should get all that loot and that I should get none. No, it did not. I, who was the one who risked life and limb and peace of mind by diving down into those horrid depths to bring up all that gold from the Santa Magdalena. No, I did not find it fair at all, not by half, so I squirreled away a few of the gold ingots—well . . . actually about fifty of them—in the hold of my bonny little schooner, replacing part of her ballast, and after the diving was done, hauled it all up to Boston. And speaking of ballast, I have in my hold right now the selfsame diving bell we had used to get me down two hundred and fifty feet into the Caribbean Sea. I had the thing on my little schooner the Nancy B. Alsop when we were detached to return to Boston, and since no one was here to claim it, I stashed it, under cover of night, of course, deep in the hold of the Lorelei Lee. It’s as good a ballast as any dumb lead bars, and who knows, it might prove useful someday. So anyway, we got back to Boston, revealed the golden stash to the astounded Mr. Ezra Pickering, my very good friend and lawyer, and he set about converting the gold into cash, lines of credit, and whatnot, hiding it all very cunningly in various dummy corporations and holding companies, so that King Georgie wouldn’t find out and perhaps be a bit miffed. Clever man, that Ezra. ***** Hammers have been pounding since the day of the Lorelei’s purchase. We have constructed four relatively spacious cabins, two on either side, aft, on the mess deck, just under my cabin. Forward of them we have twelve regular-sized cabins (big enough for a bed, dresser, and dry sink), again on each side, making a total of twenty-four. Then we have three levels of open hammock spaces, two hundred hooks in each. The upper level, being a bit airier than the lower, will be more expensive, of course. It’s all in what one can afford. Hey, I have swung my hammock in many a dank hold, and what was good enough for me will be good enough for them. I intend to give everyone, regardless of berth, plenty of fresh air and as good food as I can manage. We can carry three hundred passengers, as well as thirty crew. And, yes, of course, the fitting out of my beautiful cabin continues, the design of which is being directed by my very good John Higgins, second in command of Faber Shipping Worldwide. Never let it be said that Jacky Faber goes any way but first class when she can afford it, and Higgins does not spare the expense. There will be separate facilities for families with young children and a separate dormitory for young females traveling alone. After they are established in the New World, men will be sending back for their wives and sweethearts, you may be certain of that. ***** "One thing is for sure, Sister," I had said to my friend Amy Trevelyne when she had come onboard several days ago to view our progress in outfitting the Lorelei. "My ship shall never become a floating brothel." "Are you not the one, dear Sister, who once admonished me to never say never, as it has a way of coming back on you?" "Well, it won’t happen this time, Amy," I’d answered with the sure and smug certainty of the truly stupid. "And furthermore—Hello, what’s this?" A cheer had gone up from the dock. We looked over the rail and found that the new figurehead of the Lorelei Lee had chosen just that moment to be delivered. "Isn’t she fine?" I exulted, drawing in a deep, satisfied breath and regarding the richly painted figure glowing in the sun and smiling up at us with what, to Amy, would be a very familiar wolfish grin. Amy’s mouth fell open upon seeing the sculpture, unable to speak. I gave out an evil chuckle and put the backs of my fingers under her fallen chin and gently lifted it back to its proper place. She regained the power of speech and cried despairingly, "Oh, Jacky, no!" as she had said so many times before. So anyway, here I am with this fine ship all outfitted and ready to go, awaiting word from my darling Jaimy, back in London, that my name has been cleared of all charges against it and that I am back in the good graces of the King, upon which word I shall immediately set sail for Merrie Olde England and—finally!—marriage to Lieutenant James Emerson Fletcher. Hooray!

Editorial Reviews

[Jacky] uses her wit, beauty, charm, and numerous skills to wiggle herself out of yet another fine mess. . . . Easy to read and entertaining."- VOYA "Meyer knows how to spin an exciting yarn, particularly on the high seas. Fans will enjoy watching this irrepressible and decidedly uninhibited heroine make the best of yet another seemingly hopeless predicament."- Booklist "