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by L. Ron Hubbard

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In The Great Escape and Papillon, Steve McQueen embodied the tough guy on the run from captivity and injustice. But when it comes to toughness, McQueen is following in the daring and determined footsteps of Captain Spar.

Wrongfully accused, Spar has been condemned to suffer the brutality of the guards and the conditions on Devil’s Island. But they…  See more details below


In The Great Escape and Papillon, Steve McQueen embodied the tough guy on the run from captivity and injustice. But when it comes to toughness, McQueen is following in the daring and determined footsteps of Captain Spar.

Wrongfully accused, Spar has been condemned to suffer the brutality of the guards and the conditions on Devil’s Island. But they haven’t broken his will, and now, escaping, he has one mission in life: revenge. Spar’s out to kill the man who put him into the devil’s hands. But he’ll have to take on a gallery of rogues who are as treacherous as the waters of the Caribbean.

Pressure is rising and a storm is brewing. But even in the face of a natural disaster, Spar discovers that nothing is more volatile than human nature—as temptation and danger are about to collide with Hurricane force.

In 1937 L. Ron Hubbard wrote to one of his editors: “You might have noticed that I am intensely wary of becoming any kind of a story specialist. I have sold the gamut of types: air war, air, western, detective, love, terror. . . . My one passion is to build a name for variety. . . . I like my freedom. I fight hard for independent individualism. I love to tie into a yarn and make it blaze in print.” Hubbard’s passion for writing, creativity and individualism certainly blazes across the page in stories like Hurricane.

“Hurricane will keep you on the edge of your seat from beginning to end as it unfolds.” —Mommy’s Favorite Things

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He came through the rain-buffeted darkness, slipping silently along a wall, avoiding the triangular patches of light. His stealth was second nature because he had lived with stealth so long. And who knew but what death walked with him into the leaden gusts which swept through the streets of Fort-de-France, Martinique?


He was big, heavy boned, and he had once weighed more than he did. His eyes were silver gray, almost luminous in the night like a wolf ’s. His black hair was plastered down on his forehead, his shirt was dark, soggy with the tempest, and at his waist there gleamed a giant brass buckle. Capless and gaunt, feeling his way through the sullen city, he heard voices issuing from behind a door.


He stopped and then, indecisively, studied the entrance. Finally he rapped. A moment later a dark, fat face appeared in the lighted crack.


“Qu’est-ce que c’est?”


“I want food. Food and perhaps information.”


“The police have forbidden us to open so late. Do you wish to cause my arrest?”


“I have money.”


The doors opened wider. The mestizo closed and bolted the double door. A half a dozen men looked up, curiously, and then returned to their rum punch.


“Your name is Henri,” said the tall one, standing in a puddle of water which oozed out away from his shoes.


Henri raised his brows and rubbed his hands, looking up and down the tall one’s height. “You know my name? And I know you. You are the one they call Captain Spar.”


“Yes, that’s it. Then you got the letter?”


“Yes, I received the letter. I do not often associate with . . . convicts.”


Captain Spar made no move. “I have money.”


“How much?”


“One hundred dollars.”


Henri waved his fat hands. “It is not enough. There are police!”


“I have one hundred dollars, that’s all.”


“I expose no risk for a hundred dollars. Am I a fool? Go quickly before I call the gendarmes.”


“I’ll attend to getting out of here by myself. I want only food, perhaps some clothes.”


Henri subsided. “But how did you come here?”


“Stowaway. The captain found me, allowed me to get ashore here, would carry me no further. Our friend wrote you in case that happened.”


“He did not say that you would only have a hundred dollars. Let me tell you, young fellow, an American is conspicuous here on a black island. I run no risks for a paltry hundred dollars. If you are caught, you will be sent back and I will be sent with you. I disclaim any interest in you or knowledge of you. If you want food, I will serve it to you as a customer. That is all.”


Henri waddled away, his neck sticking like a stump out of his collarless white-and-blue striped, sweat-stained shirt. Henri was greasy to a fault, thought Captain Spar. Slippery, in fact.


Presently Henri came back, bringing the makings of a rum punch—syrup, rhum vieux, limes and a bowl of cracked ice. Captain Spar made his own drink and as he sipped it, he said, “Would you know of a man here who calls himself the Saint?”


Henri shook his head. “Who is that? Can it be that you actually came back into French territory, risking your neck, to find a man?”




“Perhaps for some of that hundred—”


“If your information is right, you get paid.”


“Tell me what you know of this man, first. Tell me why you want him.”


Captain Spar looked over the glass rim and then nodded. “All right. You know my name. That’s my right name, strangely enough. One time, not five years ago, it was a very respected thing, but now . . .


“Five years ago I was in Paramaribo, temporarily out of a job. I was approached by a ship’s broker who said that a man who called himself the Saint was in need of a captain. I had not heard of the Saint, but it was said that his headquarters were Martinique.


“The job was simple enough. I was to sail for New York in command of a two-thousand-ton tub of rust. The loading had already been done, so they said. All I had to do was get aboard and shove off.


“Just as I was about to sail, men swarmed down upon the ship, boarded us, announced that they were police, and began to search. In a few minutes they had dragged a dozen men from the hold. They turned all of us over to the French authorities who immediately sent us down to French Guiana.


“I was accused of trying to aid penal colony convicts to escape, and with a somewhat rare humor, they determined that I should join the men they thought my comrades at their labor in the swamps.


“That was five years ago. Two weeks ago I made my way to the sea, found this friend of mine, recovered the money he had been keeping for me, stowed on a freighter, and here I am in Martinique. I want the Saint.”


Henri nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, there is a Saint here.” 


Captain Spar sat forward, his sunken eyes lighting up with a swift ferocity. “Here? Where?”


“I can tell you all about it,” said Henri, “but I do not want money for my efforts. Oh, no, m’sieu. You can do me a small favor, and then perhaps I shall tell you all about the Saint, where he can be found, how you can kill him.”


“Name the favor,” said Spar.

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woody1 More than 1 year ago
After L. Ron Hubbard's sophomore year in college, he begins to travel to the Caribbean islands on ethnological expeditions which turn out to be the raw material for many of his sea adventure stories in later years. One of those stories is "Hurricane," first published in the pulp magazine, "Five Novels in June, 1936. In this Galaxy Press re-release, Hubbard writes: "Once Spar had been a merchant captain of steady reputation, but all that had faded from him now, He stalked like a black panther through the rain, merging with the shadows, on the lookout for the shine of the badge, dreading recapture only because it would mean forswearing the vengeance he hoped to wreak on the Saint." In this engaging and suspenseful pulp, Captain Spar is unjustly accused of a crime and sent to Devil's island penal colony; he was framed by a guy recognized as "The Saint." In this fast-paced Caribbean adventure tale, Spar arrives on Martinique in a vengeful pursuit to find himself entangled in a deadly web that unsuspectedly results in him being forced to sail the yacht "Venture." The intrigue does not stop here but continues to escalate as Spar conquers stormy seas to not only save himself but a whole "ship of fools" unaware of the present danger.
Bookshiy 3 months ago
I have just recently started getting back into hubbards books. He was an author that my dad used to read and I just read Hurricane. I was pretty good. He draws you into this world of pul fiction so effortlessly and you hate to love him for it. Cpt Spar wants Revenge and he sets out to get it. Is it so easy of course not. He is rough and tough but so real. The plots twists came fast and hard which can get a bit overwhelming but they are intwined nicely. I am glad I got back into these books and can't wait to read more. ** I received this product at a discount to try in exchange for my honest and unbiased review.
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