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Blooded in Dakar: A Cameron Ingham Story
Blooded in Dakar: A Cameron Ingham Story
Blooded in Dakar: A Cameron Ingham Story
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Blooded in Dakar: A Cameron Ingham Story

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Gap year student Cameron Ingham has plunged himself into deep trouble in Dakar, Senegal. With just four hours to explore the famous African city before the Grand Atlas cruiseship leaves port again, the bored English teenager seeks excitement in one of the city's traditional wrestling schools. Overmatched against a huge fighting champion, Cam falls foul of the club's patrons. Bruised and battered from the experience, but with his fighting instinct awakened, Cam finds himself pursued by wrestlers, gangsters and a beautiful femme fatale in a headlong rush back to the ship. Along the way he will discover friendship, purpose and a lust for adventure.

Blooded in Dakar is the first novelette in the Cameron Ingham series, a violent modern-day pulp adventure saga set in West Africa and written in the spirit of Robert E. Howard and Edgar Rice Burroughs. Oliver Godwin delivers visceral fighting scenes and a plot that races towards a breathless conclusion as its central character begins to discover who he really is.

This story is around 15,000 words long.

About the author:

Oliver Godwin lives in Kent, England with his wife and children. He grew up gaining inspiration from martial arts movies, the weird fiction of the legendary pulp writers and his love of wrestling and athletics. After nurturing a long-held desire to write the kind of exciting stories that fed his imagination as a youth, he has finally bitten the bullet. Blooded in Dakar is his first published work.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherOliver Godwin
Release dateFeb 25, 2019
ISBN9780463033661
Blooded in Dakar: A Cameron Ingham Story
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Oliver Godwin

Oliver Godwin lives in Kent, England with his wife and children. He grew up gaining inspiration from martial arts movies, the weird fiction of the legendary pulp writers and his love of wrestling and athletics. After nurturing a long-held desire to write the kind of exciting stories that fed his imagination as a youth, he has finally bitten the bullet. Blooded in Dakar is his first published work.

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    Blooded in Dakar - Oliver Godwin

    Blooded in Dakar

    A Cameron Ingham Story

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    Blooded in Dakar

    A Cameron Ingham Story

    by Oliver Godwin

    Chapter 1

    ‘Don’t know what to study at university?’ they had asked. ‘No point starting a course you don’t like,’ they said. ‘Why not go on the cruise with Nanna and Grandad?’ they suggested. Having no better answer to his parents at that moment than a reluctant ‘Okay,’ Cameron Ingham had agreed to see the world from the cruise ship Grand Atlas with his grandparents, an eight-month odyssey that they had already done twice since their retirement and he would likely ever get one chance at.

    Two weeks in, Cam Ingham knew that such cruises were not for him; maybe when he was older, but not now. Grandad’s snoring seemed to rival the ship’s horn for volume, and his Falklands War stories had begun to grate as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. Nanna was adorable and Cam doted on her, but it had soon dawned on the young man that for all the supposed excitement of travel, the enjoyment was largely dependent on the company you kept, and eighteen years old was no time for endless and complete leisure. The interest in each new port, each new country, waned from a surge to a ripple as time drew on. The horror he experienced in the seconds after dropping his smartphone onto the deck so that its screen shattered and could no longer be viewed was the strongest emotion Cam felt in those first days. The most precious artefact he owned was rendered useless, a spider’s web framed in a rectangle. That there were more than two hundred more days of the cruise to endure without it was a thought he rarely dared contemplate.

    Even horror, though, was soon replaced by boredom and a tendency towards sloth. Cam discovered that he was by far the youngest passenger of around four thousand souls aboard the Atlas. He had taken boxing and judo lessons until a year ago when girls became more important than A-levels and sport, and seeing the other guests in states of total relaxation inspired him to exercise. From day three, he took to walking relentlessly around the decks, quite the anomaly striding around whilst others lounged in recliner chairs and checked their watches for the next buffet meal.

    Oh, the buffet meals. Banquets fit for kings and queens, eat as much as you want. And everyone did, Cam included. The availability of so much good food was impossible to resist. Any thoughts he had when they first embarked of trying to eat healthily disappeared once he realised that sliding his thumb across the cracked screen of his phone had no effect at all. At that point, he realised that he was stranded on a vast ship in the Atlantic, cut off from all other young people, from music, from culture. From joy.

    When talk had begun of the next stop, a four-hour shopping opportunity in the city port of Dakar, Senegal, Cam had resolved that he would not stay with the guides and his grandparents. He would hunt for a screen for his smartphone and explore the city by himself. Get away from wrinkly people, maybe hear good music, maybe see good-looking girls. At least he would see something other than relentless sea and slow-moving retirees, shuffling around the ship, moving without urgency and dressed without taste. If he missed a statue here, a temple there, so be it.

    As he stood shoulder to shoulder with his grandparents on the gangplank waiting to disembark and step into the sweltering heat of Dakar, Cameron told them ‘I’m going to go off and do my own thing, if that’s alright. Hopefully find a replacement screen for my phone.’

    ‘Oh, Cameron, I don’t know,’ said his Nanna. ‘The guidebook says that Dakar is okay if you stick to the tourist bit, but a bit dangerous in

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