Destiny
By Caroline Bonham
Copyright 2011, Caroline Bonham Smashwords edition.
All Rights Reserved
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The storm hit with a force that surprised them, made the deck slippery and visibility nearly impossible. Time after time, the waves tossed The Pieces of Eight high into the air then slammed it down into the high waves.
Erin yelled out, “We haven’t felt the brunt yet, it will get much worse, this is only the front. We’re going to get hit hard in about ten minutes. If a sail breaks, don’t go up. I think with the storm coming aft, we can reduce some of the destructive force of the waves. Keep going with the waves and let the drogues work for us.”
Eight minutes later the wind rose to such a force that those on the deck could only hear the howling as the sky turned an eerily green glow. The schooner was pitched into the air, rocked to the port side and groaned as it fought to right itself then the hail hit their bodies like tiny needles.
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Erin’s eyes widened as she was led to a very large sunken pool. She slowly walked into the warm exotic fragrant water, closing her eyes in pleasure as she lowered herself into the water. She caressed her body with a large sea sponge feeling her core pull and fill with a hot molten flame. Erin’s breasts ached. I feel wanton, my body is on fire. She walked to the divan, lying down, letting the old woman massage scented oils into her body. Erin stood and a sheer green caftan flowed down her exquisite body.
The woman softly whispered, “You are ready, go to him.”
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Destiny
Special thanks to my great friend Laura, a helper, and inspiration.
I dedicate this book to all of the men and women that dream of having an adventure on a pirate schooner and find a great love along the way.
With much love,
Caroline Bonham
Destiny
Copyright 2011, Caroline Bonham, All Rights Reserved.
No portion of this work may be reproduced in any form without the expressed consent of the author. All characters are fictional, any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The places are real, but as they were then, not as they are now.
Cover Art by Jana Pivkova at j_ink_art@hotmail.com
Editing, Design, and Layout by David and Linda Broughton, at Davlin Editing, at tootall1121@yahoo.com 205-409-4080
Chapter 1
Ireland, June 1970
Patrick O'Malley lifted his head to listen for a moment then turned toward the musical laughter tickling his ears as it floated gently down the green valley, over the misty moors. A smile slowly spread across his craggy face that brought a twinkle to his eyes. The morning sun reflected off his long bright red hair that caused a red-gold halo to dance around his head.
Patrick stood slowly, moving away from his well-tended vegetable garden to stand by the rough, grey, stone wall that surrounded the garden to look toward the knoll that overlooked the lush green valley below. The laughter grew louder as he watched his beautiful niece Erin, and her adopted son Abdul enter the valley riding at breakneck speed. They rode neck to neck, pushing their horses faster as they approached the final stone wall.
Patrick held his breath as he watched. Both big horses checked their balance, rocked back on their haunches then launched their large muscular bodies upward, easily clearing the meter high stone wall. The timing was perfect, the horses didn't break stride. Both Erin and Abdul leaned closer to their horse's necks urging and asking for more speed as they flashed toward the finish marker. Patrick chuckled as he heard Erin and Abdul shout at the same time, "I won! I won!" They burst out laughing at each other.
Patrick heard Erin yell to Abdul, "Okay, are you ready?" Abdul nodded as both riders steadied their horses to a slow rhythmic canter. They nimbly rose to their knees, balanced then rose to stand upright on their horse's backs.
Patrick gasped as he watched them. They're going to kill themselves if I don't wring their necks first myself. Erin and Abdul were still cantering as Erin called out, "Hello Uncle Patrick. Isn't this the greatest way to ride?" They both tipped their tricorn hats as they circled by him slowing to a trot. As they dropped lightly down on their horses' backs they eased to a walk. The pair reached out to slap their right hands together then praised their horses as they petted their necks.
Patrick became choked with emotion as he watched the closeness of these two. He reached back into his memory, thinking of the time eleven years ago when they docked the schooner in Istanbul. Erin spotted Abdul in the bazaar. His skin was a light chocolate brown. He had scraped knees and bare feet. He was small, almost shrunken, his body was scarred, and his hair was long, black and matted. His huge dark eyes were filled with a sadness that Erin couldn’t imagine for such a young child. As their eyes met, his bottom lip began to tremble. Though he was filthy and covered in rags that reeked of the smell of neglect, Erin marched determinedly over to him to ask his name. It didn't take her long to discover from those nearby that he was a three-year-old orphan that along with the hundreds of other orphans, lived on the streets. Even at three, he was not the youngest, it broke Erin's heart. As her family watched the scene unfold, they knew she would take him in, just as she always did with any creature in need of saving. Erin and Abdul had become inseparable from that day forward, always together with a bond that was remarkable, something more than mother and child, and more than brother and sister. Patrick would be hard pressed to find the perfect words for their bond.
Over the years Abdul quickly learned to sail, to follow her up the ship's rigging, to ride a horse and play several musical instruments. Abdul, fourteen now, was like a sponge soaking up everything around him. Exactly like Erin, he was never still.
Patrick shook himself loose from his memories as Erin and Abdul walked up to him, reins in hand. Erin grinned mischievously, "Uncle, may we have some carrots from your garden? Shamrock and Leprechaun need to be rewarded royally for they are the noblest horses in Ireland."
Patrick forced his face to look very stern as he scolded them, "You two nearly gave me a heart attack standing like that on the backs of your horses. What were you thinking?"
Erin and Abdul looked surprised and burst out laughing. "Uncle, it's easy! Easier than climbing all over the rigging and sails on a swaying schooner.”
Patrick groaned, "I'm going to be an old man before my time. Come, I'll get you a basket of carrots and apples to reward Shamrock and Leprechaun for keeping you two idiots safe."
Erin reached up to kiss her uncle's craggy cheek as Abdul gave him an enthusiastic hug. "Thank you Uncle, but don't worry about us so much. We won't get hurt." Patrick watched the two lead their horses toward the barn for a good brushing.
Erin called back over her shoulder, "We'll be over in a few minutes to help you in the garden. Let's make your famous Irish stew for dinner tonight. Abdul and I will chop all the vegetables while you skin the two rabbits Shaun brought home this morning. I think we have enough strawberries and rhubarb for me to make a pie."
Patrick shook his head; the two of them were almost inseparable, there was nothing one wouldn’t do for the other. In fact Patrick worried that the pair was so wrapped up in each other that Erin wouldn’t find someone her own age to love. Erin on the other hand thought that she would know instantly when she found her soul mate. Until that time however, she was totally happy with her life, surrounded by her brothers, Abdul, and her uncle.
As suppertime neared, the O'Malley home was full of tantalizing aromas and merriment. Patrick sat at the head of the table with Erin and Abdul and all five of Erin's brothers: Shaun, Connor, Michael, Rod and Regan. Erin and her brothers had lost their parents to the fever when they were very young. Patrick had immediately stepped forward to care for the children and become head of the O'Malley clan. He considered himself a lucky man to be surrounded by this close and loving family.
The table talk was lively as they discussed what still needed to be done to their schooner Pieces of Eight. They were all itching to be back sailing the seas. The meal was delicious, and the conversation interesting and fun.
Once they had toasted the cook, the men helped carry all the dishes to the kitchen where this unusual family worked together washing, drying and stacking.
When the dishes were done, Rob, Regan, and Patrick took their favorite chairs out onto the porch where they tamped their pipes then lit them up. The fragrance of their sweet tobacco scented the night air. Regan sighed, "Tis a beautiful evening."
The screen door to the porch creaked open as Shaun, Connor and Michael carried out their musical instruments. Abdul helped Erin carry out her harp to join the men on the porch. He sat down beside her, winked then pulled his flute from his pocket.
Michael happily picked up his fiddle to strike up an Irish jig as Connor joined in on the bodhrán drum. Shaun put his harmonica to his lips. Abdul and Erin followed along as Michael led them into Cu Chulainn's Last Battle, the flute and drum took the lead, as was traditional, with the fiddle and harp in the background. Rob switched them to The Dragons Breath with his bagpipes as Abdul played the flute. As the last haunting notes of Rob’s song slipped into the inky black night, Abdul picked his song and led them into Skellig, with Erin occasionally taking the lead on her harp.
They nodded to Regan and Patrick as they swung into the Green, Green Grass of Home listening as the rich Irish baritone voices lifted into song. At last they looked to Erin as she lovingly stroked the strings of her harp, she sang "Danny Boy." Her low, husky voice was full of emotion as she let the words come from deep within her soul.
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, but when the valleys hushed and white with snow
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
As the last note drifted away from the harp, Erin’s voice stilled. The family looked out over the rolling hills that were half shrouded in a moon lit mist. These nights were what it meant to be Irish.
Chapter 2
The next morning the whole family left for the harbor to help refurbish Pieces of Eight. The hull needed to be cleaned and scraped of barnacles. The furniture and woodwork had to be sanded and either stained or painted. Erin and Abdul worked on the rigging and sails, they oiled the pulleys and threaded new strong ropes through them. The men worked as a team rehanging the new ropes, sails, and riggings.
Erin cleaned all the navigation instruments as Abdul locked them back into place. The days passed quickly as the schooner once again became beautiful and seaworthy. The last touch, the final painting of the figurehead, a red haired maiden, was complete. The family stood a ways back on the dock to appreciate their beautiful schooner in all it's glory.
They had two new Irish flags made and ready to hang. The first was the 'red headed maiden with cross bones in the background' and the second flag had the words 'Terra Mariq Potens' written over the background of Irelands colors of green, white and orange. Those words were the motto of the O'Malley clan: “Invisible on Land and Sea.”
In the last week before sailing, Erin and Abdul rode every morning then practiced their sword fighting in the afternoon. They both had trained with a top swordsman in Dublin for six months in order to perfect their techniques. The family practiced their fighting performance twice during the week to perfect their moves. A sword-fighting display was an integral part of the passenger entertainment and was usually a big thrill for the passengers.
Suddenly there was nothing to be repaired, nothing to be polished, only two final purchases to be made -- two small peacock feathers for Erin and Abdul's tricorn hats. The schooner was ready, the family was more than ready, anxious to be on the sea again. They were scheduled to sail on June eighth in order to reach Madagascar a week before their "pirate cruise" was to welcome passengers to embark on the adventure. Sometimes, it could be an adventure for the family as much as the passengers.
Chapter 3
London, July 1, 1970
Anthony guided his newly detailed black Land Rover into the parking area adjacent to the workout facility he used regularly. As he looked out the side window, he began to grin as he saw a small tow-haired boy, Daniel, waiting for him as usual. Anthony glanced at his watch as he turned off the engine. Five forty-five a.m. Perfect, I'm right on schedule for the karate class.
Anthony taught here twice a week at 6:00 a.m. He enjoyed teaching these underprivileged kids that had to grow up living in the slums of London. He felt that the instruction he gave and the conversations he had with the children helped them, in most cases, to stay out of trouble, to some degree or another, but trouble always seemed to be lurking around every corner in this neighborhood. It was mostly boys that took the class, but occasionally a girl or two attended.
Anthony gave Daniel a pat on the shoulder as he asked, “Are you ready for a good workout?”
With his usual good humored grin, Daniel responded, “Sure, I wouldn’t be here every time if I didn’t love it. This is by far my favorite class. It sure beats the junk they try to teach us in school.” Anthony let that slide, he knew that in this part of London, the schools lacked a lot, good teachers were especially difficult to entice into this area.
As the teacher and student entered the building, they were greeted by Samuel, the owner, who had been a body builder as a young man. His career had been promising before he was injured in a severe automobile accident. After the accident and a lengthy recovery, he had become devoted to his work with the underprivileged in this area. This is where he had grown up, having almost as tough a time as these boys and girls were having today. It was Sam's hope that he could make a real difference in these boys' lives.
Anthony was excited to join him in this pursuit. The two of them had worked together for the last three years, to make a huge difference in many lives, not always just of the boys they taught, but their families too.
Anthony and Samuel had become rather close friends, they enjoyed each other’s company. They were rightfully proud of their hard-earned successes. They received a number of awards for their efforts, but those meant little, it was the changes in the boys that meant the world to them.
The boys worked hard during this lesson, as they always did. They loved the attention and respect they received from Anthony and Samuel, male attention of the right kind was in short supply in the area. At the conclusion of class, they all bowed their heads in the traditional show of respect but quickly whirled around as one of the neighborhood boys came running in, yelling, “Mr. Anthony, your car, they're …”
Before he could finish the sentence, Anthony slammed through the swinging doors then ran toward the parking lot. He saw four grubby looking young men trying to steal his Land Rover. “Oh no you don’t,” he yelled at them as he charged forward. “Stop, if you know what’s good for you.”
The young men turned toward him laughing, taunting him, one said, “How do you think you’re going to stop us? We’re four young men to one old man. You can't do anything.”
Anthony didn't hesitate, he jumped for the one standing closest, the one with the big mouth that seemed to be the leader. His appearance entered Anthony's hyper-aware consciousness, in the split second before he brought his right foot swiftly into the man’s jaw. The young man was a dirty blonde with a crew-cut and a stubbly beard as if he hadn’t shaved for several days. His left ear was pierced with a gold hoop, badly done blue tattoos snaked their way up his bare arms
As Anthony heard the crack from the force of the kick the mouthy would-be thief sank to the ground. Before the others could blink, Anthony shoved his elbow into the solar plexus of the next man, then wheeled around to clobber the third with a backfist to his temple. Both young criminals slumped to the ground, unconscious, before they had a chance to realize what happened to them.
Anthony heard a click, he turned quickly. He saw that the remaining would-be thief had flicked open a large folding knife, and was brandishing it menacingly while yelling, “Come and get me. Just give me the chance and I’ll cut you to pieces old man.”
Anthony shook his head and laughed low in his throat as he moved so fast that the punk never realized what was happening. This criminal let out a scream as he felt his arm wrenched behind his back, the knife hit the dirt.
Samuel was on the scene now, with one of his Samurai swords in hand, keeping a close guard on the three downed men. Anthony jerked the fourth to his feet, pushed him toward his buddies, he stumbled on his friends and fell on top of them. They don’t look nearly so tough now.
The police swung into the parking lot with sirens wailing, raising enough dust to send everyone into fits of coughing. Anthony gave all the necessary information to the Bobbies, and answered their questions fully, he had nothing to fear or hide. He grimaced when he realized how late he would be for his appointment with Luc.
Anthony hurried back into the gym for a quick shower, hurriedly dressed in his street clothes, then ran out to his Rover. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he was more than a little annoyed, now he would have to contend with the traffic that was common this time of the morning. He abhorred being late for anything, more so this time because he knew his good friend and long time employer Luc Alexandros would be waiting for him.
After forty-five minutes in snail’s pace traffic Anthony strode purposefully across the lobby of the Alexandros building. He made the best time he could manage, but was already several minutes late for his meeting with Luc.
Because Anthony was completely absorbed in his own irritation with being late, he was oblivious to the stir his looks and body language were creating amongst the women along his path. He was tall for a Greek man, a little over six feet with a massive build that carried no fat. His movements were lithe, resonating with the absolute coordination and fitness of a big cat on the prowl. His wavy coal black hair was touched with silver at the temples, which gave him a distinguished look. He oozed masculinity, absolute confidence, and a certain mystique which caused women to let out a small sigh as he passed. All of them, young or old, married or not, fantasized about what it would be like to be loved by this sexy man.
Anthony reached the office of Luc Alexandros, technically his boss, but through long association had also become family. He had served as Luc's bodyguard and head of security since Luc was a young boy. Over the years, they had become fast friends, and had saved each other's lives more than once, but neither was counting. Anthony reached forward, to sharply rap on the door with his knuckles, knocking much harder than he actually intended, happy the sturdy door didn't so much as dent.
Anthony entered the room in a blur of motion, he didn't wait for a reply to his knock. He crossed the wide expanse between the door and Luc’s desk in a blink then took a seat in front of Luc. Anthony didn’t take the time he usually would to admire the beauty of Luc’s office, but it was beautiful, done in English antiques, landscapes by Turner and a spectacular multi-colored Aubusson rug.
Luc looked up from his magnificent mahogany desk, "Anthony, you're finally here, great. I have a new idea that I want to run by you. You know that I've branched out from imports and exports, wineries and olive groves, I've developed a unique island resort on one of the smaller Greek islands. Let me cut to the chase, I just talked to David Adamson, he recently returned from a cruise that he just raved about.”
Anthony seemed nonplussed by what Luc's said so far, but Luc wasn’t sure it was what he was saying or whatever had delayed his always punctual friend and business partner. Luc continued, “Now, this is the interesting part, the cruise was aboard a beautiful schooner with the atmosphere of an authentic pirate ship. They had the time of their life, the food was great, the captain and crew were both entertaining and professional. I'm thinking this could be the perfect way for those coming to our resort to arrive or depart, or perhaps it could be offered as an experience for guests during their stay with us. What do you think?"
Anthony shook his head slightly. "Just how authentic is this pirate schooner? Are there any modern amenities?"
Luc laughed as he referred to a glossy brochure in front of him, "Yes, the schooner is called Pieces of Eight. It's twenty eight meters in length. There are three masts, five huge sails, six cannons and a galley, which has been updated and modernized. It can sleep twenty people and has four modern bathrooms and two showers that are shared between the passengers. The schooner holds two thousand gallons of drinking water and has a one thousand gallon holding tank for waste. I guess they put those facts in the brochure for people like you that want to know every little detail."
Anthony held out his hand for the brochure, Luc handed it over. Anthony scanned it quickly, "Okay, this looks all right, what do you want from me on this deal?"
"I have a surprise for you, I hope you'll be pleased with it. You have a vacation coming up, since you love to sail I thought I would send you on a three-week holiday cruise aboard the schooner named Pieces of Eight. You can enjoy a new and different kind of sailing experience -- and at the same time evaluate it for me. Oh by the way, you might be interested to know that the captain is a woman -- the claim is she's a direct descendant of Grace O'Malley, the famous or rather infamous female pirate."
"This cruise sounds incredible, but a woman as captain? I don't know, Luc. She's probably a tough old lady who chews tobacco, weighs about two hundred pounds and sits around ordering everyone else about. Not much of a vacation, in my book."
Luc grinned slyly, "Do you think you can handle it or should I send Alfredo?"
Anthony's head nodded vigorously and a huge smile began to creep across his face. He was hooked, but didn't really care for Luc making his plans for him. "How can I resist? Three weeks on a pirate ship will be amazing. Of course I'll go, and you knew I'd never turn down this chance of a lifetime, however since I'll be evaluating it for you, I don't think it counts as a vacation. When do you want me to leave?"
Luc handed Anthony a company credit card, "You'll leave in a few days. Here, go outfit yourself with everything you need. Make sure you get a foul weather outfit in case there's a storm. Oh by the way, I also arranged that once you've been trained and tested, you'll have the chance to act as one of the crew. I'm sure they'll appreciate your knowledge and experience."
"Oh I love hearing that," Anthony grinned at Luc, "I can't wait to climb the riggings to the crow's-nest to help unfurl the giant sails. Well, I shan’t get anything done sitting here I'd better get a move on. I'll go buy the things I need for this voyage. I'll see you back here in three to four hours -- and Luc, thank you." Anthony reached out with both hands to give Luc a two handed handshake and a wide, excited smile. Luc grinned back then shooed Anthony out the door. It made Luc feel warm inside to see his old friend grinning like a mischievous schoolboy.
The more Anthony shopped, the more excited he became. As he moved through the shops there was a new bounce to his step, and a smile on his face. As he headed back to Luc's office three hours later, those passing by couldn't help but stare at him, wondering who this happy, handsome man could be. The ladies took notice more than usual. The men he passed looked at him with envy.
Luc handed Anthony his itinerary. "Mark will fly you to Kenya, a helicopter will be waiting to take you to Toamasina on the island of Madagascar, there you'll be picked up by a taxi and driven to the harbor where Pieces of Eight will be docked. I want you to pack a second bag with more than the usual survival equipment. I don't expect you to need any of it, but I'll feel better knowing you'll be prepared for whatever comes your way. Remember Anthony, you're like both an older brother and a father figure to me, so take care, be safe and have an incredible time. Be open to this adventure and all that it may bring." Anthony nodded; the smile still wide on his face.
Luc continued, "We shall leave for Greece and home tomorrow, then you and Mark will leave for Kenya the following day. Let's get this work finished up then go to dinner."
Chapter 4
On board Luc's private jet, both men were relaxed while enjoying the newspaper, drinking their steaming hot coffee, and eating heartily, consuming several Greek pastries each, not their usual breakfast, but easier to deal with on the plane.
Luc swore under his breath, "Did you see this? Two men robbed a diamond merchant in Nambia, South Africa. According to this, they got away with diamonds worth more than four million dollars. Anthony, that's not far from where you will be, so stay alert, and use your highly trained instinct for spotting trouble when you disembark at the various ports you'll be visiting."
Anthony asked, "Does the article give any information or descriptions concerning the robbers that might help to identify them?"
Luc studied the article by reading through to the end then responded, "No, their heads were covered with cloth bags that had holes cut out for the eyes. They had slight accents but said so little that no one could quite identify it. Just be careful, please."
Anthony smiled, "Luc, don't worry. You know me. I'm always alert and careful. I don't think there's much chance of having any kind of real excitement on this trip."
Chapter 5
The battered, poorly painted old Land Rover taxi pulled up to the gangplank of the most beautiful schooner Anthony had ever seen. Across its bow was painted, Pieces of Eight in an exquisite flowing script. The driver jumped out of the front seat, he opened the back hatch then began unloading the bags from the back. As Anthony stepped from the Land Rover, he couldn't help but stare up at this incredible sailing ship. Is it possible that I'll be spending the next few weeks aboard this amazingly beautiful ship?
Anthony turned to the driver, collected his bags, thanked him and tipped him generously. Again he turned toward the schooner. His eyes took in every sleek, beautiful line. She nearly took his breath away. He had been sailing nearly all his life, but never had an opportunity like this before. He let out a low whistle of appreciation as he felt the excitement and anticipation grow within him. Oh, what lines and curves, no wonder ships are always called she or her, beauties like this remind a man of a gorgeous woman.
Anthony picked up his luggage, and walked up the gangplank as quickly as toting the bags would allow, anxious to be on board. As he dropped his bags on deck, he watched two slender youths in black baggy pants, wide belts, and full sleeved, loose white shirts slap their right hands together and shout "Go!" They took off climbing the rigging with such speed and skill that Anthony was amazed. He stood with his mouth slightly gaping, watching. The pair was laughing as they wildly raced to the top sail. As they reached the topsail at the same time, they turned to each other, slapped right hands and again yelled "Go!"
Anthony thought they were fast going up but the speed of their descent was astonishing. They landed on the deck together yelling at the same moment "I won, I won!" They were laughing hard, oblivious to everyone but themselves.
Anthony chuckled to himself. What I wouldn't give to be able to do that. He looked around to see if he could spot the dreaded fat, tobacco chewing, old, female captain but there was no body on deck except the two youths. Anthony cleared his throat. "Excuse me, would you direct me to your captain?"
The tallest youth whirled around while still laughing and swept the tricorn hat off in a deep bow. "I am the captain" came the unexpected response. As the youth stood up, a mass of thick, wavy, mahogany-red hair tumbled down. "This is my son Abdul. Who do we have the pleasure of welcoming to our schooner?"
Anthony watched as her hair settled on her breasts and over her shoulders. His heart pounded. He couldn't breathe, he felt as if someone had kicked him in the gut. My god, she is so beautiful with her red hair and those sea green eyes a man could drown in them. Oh my, I best watch myself, I might be in trouble, but this trouble could be the best kind.
This lady claiming to be the captain was tall, five foot eight or nine with slim hips and long legs. Her lush breasts heaved only slightly from the race he had just witnessed. Anthony's mind was having great difficulty coming to terms with the fact that she had been in that hell bent race up and down the rigging. He could feel his body responding as he forced the thundering in his ears to quiet. As he continued to stare at the woman, Anthony could feel blood pooling in his groin. Did she say her son? She can't be married, she just can't. She can't have a son that old, can she? I must find out everything I can about her.
Anthony realized that the woman and the boy were looking at him expectantly. What had she asked? Anthony dragged his brain back to the question. Oh, my name. He struggled to speak in a normal tone of voice. "I'm Anthony Andreas. I think I might have arrived a bit early, but the trip here took less time than I had anticipated.
The captain nodded in acknowledgment of his name, "Abdul will take you to your stateroom and show you where you can shower. There are bathrooms that you'll share with other passengers. Abdul will point those out as well. My uncle and brothers are at the marketplace stocking up on fresh produce, but will be back soon. Oh, here is Sabin, our ship's surgeon. He will be available at all times if you need him. He's on leave from the hospital where he is the head of surgery and will sail with us. He's also a gourmet chef so you will find him in the galley, baking and cooking when not occupied being a doctor. He loves to take his vacations with us to relax and use his skills as a chef. Some of our passengers get a bit seasick at the start of the cruise but it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Anthony grinned as he shook hands with Sabin, who welcomed him aboard. "As the captain said, I am available no matter the hour. If you have any questions please feel free to seek me out."
Abdul picked up one of the bags calling back, "Come Mr. Anthony, I'll get you settled. You're our first passenger to arrive, so you'll get your choice of staterooms.
Anthony turned reluctantly from the captain to follow Abdul. As he picked up the remainder of his bags, he looked back over his shoulder, the captain was staring at him. She flushed as their eyes met. Anthony beamed a huge smile at her and then turned to follow Abdul.
The captain’s eyes followed Anthony’s retreat. Wow, what a gorgeous man! But he’s a passenger-- I can’t notice him or treat him any differently than the other passengers. Erin shook her head as if to clear the sight of Anthony from her mind. It wasn’t easy. She shook her head again, then turned back to the business of running the schooner.
While the captain stood on deck shaking her head, Abdul was finishing up showing Anthony his stateroom. Anthony loved the room. The bunk was covered with a bright colorful spread tucked perfectly at the corners. The dresser and small desk were made from beautifully handworked mahogany that shone like glass. The desk was set between the two open portholes, allowing a slight breeze to enter the room. Secured to the wall above the desk was an ornate functioning lantern which provided light and a perfect spot for Anthony to do a bit of paperwork. He was pleasantly surprised with the modernized showers and bathrooms. Anthony realized what a special ship this was, and what an interesting trip this could turn out to be.
I can't wait to get started on this adventure. I think I'll change clothes then see if Abdul has time to take me up on the rigging. Maybe I'll get a chance to speak to the captain again or at least catch sight of her. What a beauty.
As Anthony reached the deck, he saw Abdul talking with the captain. He stood for just a moment watching them. Taking a deep breath, he walked forward looking straight into the captain's eyes. "Captain, what do you prefer to be called?"
Erin's cheeks blushed a rosy pink, "My first name is Erin. You are welcome to call me Captain Erin or O'Malley," or whatever you want if you whisper in my ear. Damn, I can’t think like that. Get a hold of yourself
Anthony watched her carefully, noted the blush on her neck and her ears. Anthony knew this response well -- it was a sexual response, not an embarrassed one. Hmm, she is as affected and bothered by my presence as I am by hers, interesting…
"Captain O'Malley, would Abdul have time to take me up on the rigging. I believe you already know that I am an experienced sailor, though not on a ship of this sort. She’s more than beautiful. Anyway I've been itching to climb that rigging since I came on board.
Erin glanced at Abdul, he nodded his head to confirm her answer. She looked at Anthony, "Okay, we'll take you up but you must obey every order we give as much for your safety as ours. Let's start with the main mast since the rigging is wider and it will be easier for the three of us to climb together. Don't look down until you feel comfortable with the height. If you start to feel dizzy, which you may, tell us immediately, we'll descend together. Ready?"
Anthony nodded eagerly and they stepped to the main mast. As Anthony began to climb he couldn't help but glance at Erin. She was moving smoothly up the ropes, like water flowing over rocks. She didn't look at him as she concentrated on climbing. Anthony turned his attention back to the ropes. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of her by making a mistake.
Anthony reveled in the climb, breathing in the clean, fresh air, looking toward the heavens and believing that he was perhaps the luckiest man alive. What more could I wish for except perhaps to hold the woman who climbs next to me. As they began to slow, Erin and Abdul heard him yell, "Higher, to the crow's-nest. I love this. Can we keep climbing?"
As they looked to Anthony, they both saw the lopsided grin spread across his face. "Yes," she shouted "just be careful." The pair resumed climbing. Anthony followed slightly behind. Upon reaching the crow's-nest, all three tumbled in, Anthony was breathing harder than the other two.
Anthony could feel the excitement of the climb through every fiber of his body. "This is the greatest thrill I've had in a long time. Thank you both. I would love to help during the cruise if you would let me? I can take direction, and I'm used to hard physical workouts so I'm fit. What do you say?"
Erin took just a moment before responding, "We need to train you to make sure you understand each task, before you can help, but yes, in principle, I agree to you helping.
Erin looked over the edge of the nest, saw that people were arriving and beginning to unload luggage. Erin turned back to Anthony and Abdul “I need to descend to the deck since the passengers are beginning to arrive. Abdul, go ahead and start working with Anthony. If you really want to help while you're on board, you'll need to join us early for breakfast and then one of us will work with you on the skills you'll need. I hope you're an early riser."
Anthony gave her a big smile, "Whatever it takes, and I guarantee I'm a quick learner." Erin raised her eyebrows in response then started down the rigging.
Chapter 6
Erin climbed down the rigging trying to calm the tingling sensation racing through her body. It angered her to feel this odd loss of control, but at the same time it was exciting. It's been a long time since I've reacted to a man, but what a man. He moved swiftly and with a sureness that reminded me of a sleek, black leopard I saw once. I wonder what it would be like to be held in those muscular arms. She sighed, feeling such mixed emotions was strange to her, but as the other passengers began to arrive Erin put Anthony out of her mind and joined her uncle and brothers to greet their arriving guests and help them to their staterooms.
A large group of friends arrived together from California, Kristy and Jeff Milman, Janet and Curt Von Salzen with Mayre and Gerald Von Hoffman. Erin immediately liked them; they were upbeat and excited. Erin knew from past experience that they would love the activity on the schooner. They would be the passengers that would join in readily which would make the cruise fun and successful.
A father and daughter from America started up the gangplank when suddenly the young lady lost her balance and stumbled. Erin's brother Michael jumped quickly to catch her, and set her back on her feet. With a hand on her elbow, he helped her up the rest of the gangplank and onto the deck. Michael couldn't take his eyes off her long golden blonde curls that looked like spun caramel in the bright sunlight.
In a concerned voice Michael inquired, "Are you all right? We have a doctor on board if you need him."
Shannon raised her cobalt blue eyes to Michael. "No, I'm fine, thank you so much for saving me from a more than awkward arrival. I'm not used to wearing high heels, but my father insisted that I dress up. I'm so much more comfortable in shorts and gym shoes, but he would have none of it for today."
Michael nearly melted at the sight of her vibrant blue eyes looking at him. Oh God, I think I'm in love. She is so tiny and sweet, along with being absolutely beautiful. "Come, I'll show you and your father to your quarters," he gave her his arm then led her forward with her father walking close behind. "I'll bring your bags as soon as I have you settled."
Michael introduced himself to Shannon and her father, Daniel Meyers, he took extra time to answer all their questions using his expertise about the schooner to make them feel comfortable about being on board.
When Michael was gone, Mr. Meyers commented, "Shannon, that Michael O'Malley seems like a very nice young man. He treated us with care and professionalism. I think our cruise will be very enjoyable and no doubt quite interesting.”
Shannon nodded in agreement and smiled at her father. As her father turned away to attend to his luggage, Shannon smiled to herself as she thought: Michael was not only nice, but very good looking with his lush green eyes, dark red hair, and tight, lean body. I've got to see him again, but preferably alone. On a cruise such as this, there's bound to be an opportunity.
Erin and Rob welcomed the last two of their passengers on board. The two men were quiet and seemed a bit uneasy. They introduced themselves as Gunther Burke and Hans Gurney as they informed Erin that they were looking forward to simply relaxing and unwinding on this unusual vacation. Erin thought there was something unsettling about these two, but she had no idea what it was. When the two men turned to admire the ship, Erin exchanged a glance with Rob to see if he had sensed anything, he looked back at her and shrugged. He picked up their bags and headed off to their stateroom.
Abdul and Anthony watched all the activities on deck from the topsail while they sat talking and becoming fast friends. The hair on the back of Anthony's neck rose, his muscles tightened as he watched the body language of the two men talking to Erin and Rob. He instantly took a dislike to them. Why should I feel so instantly suspicious of these two strangers? Was it that they're talking to Erin or was it something else? "I will be watching the two of you," he muttered under his breath.
Erin and Uncle Patrick stood on deck conferring over the passenger list. After they had confirmed that all passengers were onboard, Patrick asked, "Who is the man we saw climbing the rigging with you and Abdul? In fact, he is up on the topsail talking with Abdul right now. This is very unusual, since the two of you rarely take a stranger up this quickly. He must have really impressed you to take on training him the first hour of his first day. Is there something you would like to tell me?" He grinned wide.
Erin, without even thinking, glanced toward the topsail then quickly looked away. She colored slightly, "His name is Anthony Andreas he is a very experienced sailor. He is the man that Luc Alexandros talked of so I am fairly confident he is capable. He tested well earlier, so Abdul and I started training him. He really wants to learn everything he can about sailing this particular ship. I have a feeling he will prove himself a worthy member of our circle. There is something about him that I like and trust, but you should judge him for yourself. Let's cast off and start this cruise, everyone's aboard.
Erin glanced out into the ocean, squinting as she thought she saw a dark spot on the water, something was floundering in the waves. Without a second's hesitation, she tore off her heavy outer clothes and boots yelling, "Man overboard," as she ran to the rail. She arched over the railing and dove down into the water. She came up swimming as fast as she could.
Erin quickly realized that she had not spotted a man but a courier dog from one of the ships that had already left port. It had obviously been trying unsuccessfully to follow its ship but was exhausted or hurt and starting to sink. She grabbed it, flipped it on to its back then began to tow it toward the ship.
Anthony had heard Erin yell and swore under his breath as she tore off her clothes. He knew exactly what she was going to do. As she plunged into the water all he could think was: That damn woman is fearless, or crazy. What is she thinking? "Abdul, give me your knife. I'm going after her in case of sharks." Anthony put the knife between his teeth, descending the rigging in seconds to land on the deck.
With his heart pounding he stripped down to his shorts. Still muttering under his breath, he hit the cold water in a clean dive. He struck out forcefully trying to get to Erin to protect her.
Erin was swimming towards him towing something. He realized it was a dog. Anthony took the knife in his hand, "Are you all right? Can you make it to the ship? I'll watch for sharks, swim hard." He saw Erin nod yes and watched her go by him realizing she was a strong, competent swimmer.
Anthony followed holding the knife between his teeth again when he heard Patrick yelling from the ship’s deck "Fin, shark to your right". He swung around spotted the fin and waited, making splashing noises to attract the shark to him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Erin and the dog were being lifted and helped up the rigging to the ship's deck. Anthony sank down under the water so he would know when and where the shark was going to strike. It was a small, young Mako shark that would begin its attack pattern by first touching its prey, then turn and come back to attack. Anthony timed the pass and struck the shark on his nose with the handle of the knife which he had turned backwards in his hand. Drawing blood could cost him dearly, it might attract other sharks if they were swimming nearby, so stunning the shark was the better choice. The shark flipped away from Anthony and disappeared into the depths.
Anthony surfaced and began the short swim back to the ship. Michael and Shawn were waiting at the bottom of the rigging and reached out to haul Anthony up in one swift strong lift. Anthony quickly climbed the side rigging, then dropped to the deck soaking wet and fuming. Finding Erin with his eyes, he headed for her as everyone took one look at him then cleared a path. He grabbed her arm, swung her around to him as her long wet hair flung water in an arch. Anthony shook her, "How dare you put yourself in harm's way like that? You know harbors and bays like this one have sharks looking for garbage. Why do you have such little regard for yourself and the rest of us to risk your life so foolishly?” He was out of breath, and shook with anger.
Erin was staring at him unable to speak. The seconds passed while an uncomfortable silence engulfed them. It was as if no one else was there. Then in a flash, Erin's eyes widened realizing the domineering way Anthony had spoken to her. No one yelled or grabbed her on her own ship. She yanked her arm away as her red-headed temper rose to a hot flame she stepped up close to Anthony. "How dare you tell me what to do? I'm the captain of this ship and I make the decisions here. I'm the best swimmer and it was my choice to do what I did.” Erin lifted her finger to point it at Anthony and spat out “Let me be very clear, you are only a passenger on this ship!” With that, she turned and strode away, leaving Anthony gaping-mouthed in her wake.
Anthony stood open-mouthed as he watched her march away with her mass of wet flame-red hair bouncing off her shoulders in time with her determined steps. Wow, what a woman, what a temper, she could almost be Greek, she’s so fiery.
Anthony collected himself and looked over to see Sabin working on the dog. He quickly went to help. "Sabin, let's pick her up and hold her upside down so her lungs can expel the saltwater she took in." He helped Sabin until Rob reached in to help hold her then he began to massage the dog's chest and throat. He gently but firmly slapped the dog on her back getting a cough and sputter. As saltwater gushed from her nose and mouth, she began to gasp. The men continued working on the animal until she began breathing normally then carried her to a dry spot on the deck. Erin came with towels for Anthony to wrap around the female dog, but refused to look at him. There was an uncomfortable silence between them until Anthony asked, "What on earth was this animal doing that far out in the water? The poor girl is exhausted."
Erin reached down to help Abdul rub the female dry. It was several moments before she looked up at Anthony to respond. Her voice was soft, "She's a Portuguese water dog. They are used on boats to herd fish into the nets, to retrieve lost tackle or broken nets, and they act as couriers, carrying messages from boat to boat or boat to shore. Look at her feet. These dogs have webbed feet so they can swim and dive under water. They're great dogs. She was probably sent to shore with a message then forgotten. She looked like she was trying to swim after the ship that left an hour ago. She does look thin and neglected, I bet they haven't treated her well or taken care of her. We'll keep her and make sure she's loved. Abdul, you've wanted a dog for a long time. Will this one do?"
Abdul was thrilled. The huge smile on his face said it all. "Can I name her?" he asked Erin smiling wide.
"Of course you can but think hard. The name you choose will be with her for the rest of her life."
Abdul thought for a minute. "Aine, which means joy and praise -- among other things, in Gaelic is what we'll call her from now on. Aine was the queen of the South Munster fairies," he announced as he leaned over to hug her.
Aine was adorable, full of curls on her black and white body. She was loving all the attention she was getting. Michael brought fresh water and food which she devoured in short order; then with a big sigh she lay down and looked up at Abdul. Abdul covered her with a blanket then sat hugging her head in his lap. He sang softly to her in his tenor voice -- an Irish lullaby -- until she fell asleep.
Patrick had stood back quietly watching the interchange between Erin and Anthony. He chuckled under his breath. Erin, my girl, I think you've just met your match. It's going to be fun and interesting to watch you two fight each other and your growing feelings. It is so obvious to me that there's already an attraction growing between you. Wow, the sparks are already red hot. If the two of you ever learn to let go of your stubborn pride, you'll have a love that will last an eternity. I only hope I'll be here to see it. Anthony, I need to meet you and get to know what's inside you. A lot I think. I bet you could teach us some things.
Chapter 7
Erin walked over to the ship's bell, she rang it four times. "Cast off, cast off. Let's get underway. Rob, take us out."
Anthony heard the ship's engine start as Shaun and Regan cast off the lines. A grin of excitement crossed his face, he stepped close to where Abdul had eased out from under the sleeping Aine and was making his way to his assigned station for cast off. The schooner slowly nosed out into the open water to catch the wind. As soon as the ship had cleared all nearby traffic, Rob cut the motor. Anthony excitedly asked Abdul, "Do you think I can help you if I follow your directions? I'm really good at following instructions ... most of the time."
Abdul waved him on, "Let's go ask Erin if you can go up to watch and learn." They caught Erin as she rang the bell six times, "Aloft, aloft." As Abdul talked to Erin, Anthony watched Shaun and Michael running to climb the fore and aft riggings. He looked back toward Abdul and realized that he and Erin were still talking and that Erin was shaking her head from side to side. Erin looked straight at him and said in a stern voice, "Listen to Abdul and to me. Do exactly what we say. This is serious and we don't want our trip or your first day marred by any accidents or injuries."
Anthony's face glowed with a smile as he hurried off with Abdul to the main mast, climbing and reaching the largest yardarm at midmast. Abdul scooted out to the middle motioning him to do the same on the starboard side of the yardarm.
Erin appeared beside Anthony as if by magic, "Come on, I'll show you," as she reached out to the stay to steady herself, walking the yardarm, dropping down gracefully to straddle it. She motioned Anthony out, showing him how to unfurl the large sail that Regan, on the deck below, was waiting to tie down. She motioned again to Anthony pointing up to the top sail eighty feet in the air as all three climbed together to the top yardarm, unfurled the topsail then went back down to secure it to the lower yardarm. Regan had moved to the bow to unfurl the spirit sail then secure it to the bow.
Erin grinned at them as the wind caught and flapped the sails making the schooner shudder slightly. She called to them, "Let's go to the crow's-nest."
Anthony could feel the wind catch and fill the big sails as it began to push the schooner forward. It was an exhilarating feeling; one that he knew could become a fever in his blood. As the schooner picked up speed quickly he realized they were tacking in a strong wind that made the schooner seem to fly across the waves. Below him Anthony could see some of the passengers excitedly waving their hats over the stern of the ship as the Island of Madagascar was left behind.
Erin reached for the bell in the crow's-nest ringing it twice. Rob looked up grinning and nodded. Shaun and Michael were ready, firing simultaneously a two cannon salute.
Erin laughed as the head of the bow passed through the wind sending the schooner forward at twenty-eight knots. Erin looked over at Abdul; they slapped their right hands, threw their heads back and whooped "Aye, Aye." Then they turned with raised hands to a surprised Anthony, who slapped his right hand to theirs and yelled "Aye, Aye" back at them. Anthony's chest puffed out in pride when they included him in their celebration. Oh, I want so badly to take Erin in my arms and make love to her. I've never met a woman so full of life and fire. I think I've met my destiny, but how do I make her feel the same way?