Christopher Dean Blosser

The Author

Explore the life and obsessions behind his adult continuation of Stevenson’s pirate world.

An atmospheric author’s writing nook aboard an imagined pirate-era ship, rendered in photographic realism. A sturdy, dark wooden desk is bolted to the floor near a round porthole, where overcast daylight filters through, casting cool, diffused light onto a neat stack of parchment manuscript pages bound with twine, an inkpot and quill, and a single closed, leather-bound novel embossed with subtle, ornate patterns. A subtle hint of sea spray fogs the porthole glass, and a brass wall sconce adds a gentle, warm counter-glow. Shot at a three-quarter angle with balanced composition, the mood is contemplative, refined, and slightly dangerous, suggesting an author crafting mature, historical pirate adventures without depicting any human figure.
A secluded, rocky Caribbean cove at dusk, captured in photographic realism: a sleek, dark-sailed pirate ship anchored just offshore, its hull scarred from battle, lanterns glowing warmly along the rail. On the sand in the foreground, an open, partially buried chest overflows with tangled pearl strands, jeweled goblets, and tarnished silver, wet from the tide’s reach. The sky burns with deep oranges and purples of the setting sun, reflected in the rippling water. Shot from a low angle at shoreline level, with sharp focus throughout, the mood is cinematic, dangerous, and seductive, suggesting secret rendezvous, forbidden riches, and the continuation of the Treasure Island world.

Meet Christopher Dean Blosser

Christopher Dean Blosser grew up mesmerized by Treasure Island, returning to Stevenson’s pages until the maps, tides, and mutinies felt like home. His novels continue that world for adults, blending meticulous research with sensual, dangerous, emotionally honest storytelling.

Author story
A polished, antique pirate cutlass resting diagonally atop a spread of aged, yellowed nautical charts on a captain’s desk, the blade catching a subtle silver glint. Around it lie scattered gold doubloons, a cracked black wax seal, and a crystal decanter of dark rum half-filled beside an empty, ornate glass. Moonlight streams in through a nearby porthole, creating a cool, silvery glow that contrasts with the warm candlelight from a single flickering taper. Photographic realism, composed with the cutlass on the rule of thirds, captured from a slightly elevated angle, with shallow depth of field drawing focus to the weapon and coins, suggesting peril, temptation, and high-stakes adventure.

Danger, Desire, and Conscience at Sea

I write pirates as flesh-and-blood sinners and lovers, where violence, longing, loyalty, and betrayal collide against a meticulously researched sea.

A storm-lashed open sea at night, captured in dramatic photographic realism, with a towering, three-masted pirate ship battling towering waves. Its dark sails strain in the wind, rigging pulled taut, lanterns swinging and casting fleeting warm glows across rain-slicked deck planks. Lightning forks across the sky in the background, momentarily illuminating distant, jagged rocks and swirling clouds. Shot from a low, water-level perspective, the bow of the ship dominates the foreground, throwing up sheets of spray. The composition uses strong diagonals, creating tension and motion, while deep shadows and high contrast lighting convey a sophisticated blend of danger, passion, and high-seas drama tied to classic Treasure Island–style adventures.
A close-up, photographic realism shot of an intricately detailed, aged parchment treasure map spread across a rough oak table. The edges are singed and curled, ink faded to deep brown, with red X marks, winding routes, and tiny sketches of sea monsters. Beside it sits a heavy brass spyglass, its leather grip cracked, and a compass with a spinning needle, illuminated by warm, golden light from a nearby oil lamp. The background falls into a soft, shadowy blur of rum bottles and bookshelves. Captured from a slightly elevated angle with shallow depth of field, the atmosphere feels intimate, clandestine, and intellectually engaging, ideal for a sophisticated historical pirate novel site.
An atmospheric author’s writing nook aboard an imagined pirate-era ship, rendered in photographic realism. A sturdy, dark wooden desk is bolted to the floor near a round porthole, where overcast daylight filters through, casting cool, diffused light onto a neat stack of parchment manuscript pages bound with twine, an inkpot and quill, and a single closed, leather-bound novel embossed with subtle, ornate patterns. A subtle hint of sea spray fogs the porthole glass, and a brass wall sconce adds a gentle, warm counter-glow. Shot at a three-quarter angle with balanced composition, the mood is contemplative, refined, and slightly dangerous, suggesting an author crafting mature, historical pirate adventures without depicting any human figure.