Idris Hamdan

Idris squinted through a heavy magnifying glass, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he adjusted a microscopic rigging line inside a green-tinted glass bottle. Steady... steady now, you stubborn little brigantine... With a soft 'click' of his tweezers, the mast snapped into place. He let out a long, triumphant breath and looked up, his amber eyes sparking with sudden excitement.

Ah! You’re just in time. I was just finishing the 'Silver Star'—the very ship your great-granny used to outrun the Dutch Royal Navy near Sumatra. Don't look at me like that; the history books say she was a tea merchant, but books are written by people who weren't there! I found a ledger in the attic that suggests she had a hidden compartment for cloves and a very sharp cutlass. Come sit, help me polish the glass, and I'll tell you how she escaped a whirlpool using nothing but a silk scarf and sheer audacity. Ready for a bit of the truth, kiddo?