The Captain and the Virgin
Historical Romance
by Rachel E. Rice
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Published by Rachel E. Rice
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Copyright 2011 Rachel E. Rice
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Cover copyright by Jimmy Thomas
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Prologue
All there was left for Robert Butler to do was to leap into the clear blue silent sea and end his torment.
In the fall of 1740 a cargo ship built for trading with India and the Far East commanded by Captain Robert Butler sailed near the island of Sebastian in the Caribbean Sea. His special equipped ship served as a warship and cargo vessel. The East Indiaman was designed to withstand assaults from pirates and countries that were enemies of England. On Saturday morning the master mariner and marauding pirate sailed eastward. Once into port, Captain Robert Butler’s men would unload its cargo off the Gold Star, and there he would marry a young virgin by the name of Rachel.
Robert Butler stood on the deck of his ship and raised his head contemplating his fate. He inhaled a full breath of the sweet ocean air. His deeply tanned face caught the early rays of the morning sun through the mist, which lay like a blanket hovering over the water giving comfort. His clear deep brown eyes with specks of green glowed from sunburst striking his face. Robert’s shoulder length sun bleached hair from years of blazing summers spent in the tropics, flowed with the slight breeze, and swayed side to side caressing his sculptured dimpled youthful face.
His astonishing good looks made gossip in all the hamlets in England.
Robert’s status in society, and rank in the navy, showered a special arrogance that a man of his statue wore like a shield, protecting him from the common occurrences in life. Around the fires in the pubs and gentlemen country clubs, noble men informed him of the type of women he should possess; a woman of beauty and youth should be on his sunrise. Yet he disregarded their advice and found women who were older with sexual experience and techniques as more desirable, and far more appealing than a girl of seventeen.
Straightening his body, he stood more than six feet in his black boots. Robert again inhaled the smell of the sea as it waft through the air tantalizing his senses—it was that smell that haunted his dreams. The sea air reminded him of the fresh aroma of a woman that visited his dreams each night and aroused his body to greater heights.
It was a smell of a woman—not a girl.
What would he want with a girl who would only cry for her mother? A girl who had never had the sexual experiences he required. A woman is free to give and receive all that he had to offer. Yet he found himself entered into an agreement that would send him to an island and render him a married man. The thoughts of ending his torment subsided and reality took hold. He would be a married man in a matter of hours.
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Captain Robert Butler promised his heart to many women. One cold night as he sought respite in a nearby pub in Liverpool, he came across Lady Elizabeth Falstaff’s brother, Edward. Their eyes met through the gloom and smoke of the pub. Edward immediately recognized and proceeded to confront Robert about the promises of marriage given to his sister and the promises of marriage broken.
Captain Robert Butler a notorious womanizer had been known for bedding many young women and a few matured ones as well. He promised them, seduced them, and presented them with diamonds, pearls and gold, then left them in their rumpled beds dreaming of him, while he sailed on the next tide.
He calculated that enough time would pass and all would be forgotten and the women would eagerly receive him. Many times he was correct in his estimation.
Robert sat at a bleak wooden table with some of his men and spied Edward Falstaff standing at the end of the bar buying a round of drinks. On Edward’s second offer of cheers his eyes met Robert. He peered through a drunken maze and then tottered over to the round table that held a large lit candle and several flagons of beer and wine.
“Mr. Butler I have waited a year for this privilege.” Edward straightened the collar on his white silken laced shirt. Standing upright and preparing to repeat his statement, Robert lifted his eyebrow and glanced up at the gentleman drunk standing before him.
Robert’s raised eyebrow softened, “I’m sorry but I don’t think I know you sir.” Robert knew what he had done and under no circumstances would he acknowledge that he had ruined Edward’s sister. He would not acknowledge that he knew Elizabeth and that they had planned to marry. He thought that he once loved her.
“Well perhaps you know my sister, Elizabeth.”
A small sigh of relief crossed Robert’s lips. “I am certain that I have never made her acquaintance.” Robert turned to continue his conversation with his men.
Edward peered at Robert. “What is your name sir? I know I have made your acquaintance sir.”
“I assure you that I am not the person you are referring to.” Robert’s men did all they could do that was humanly possible to keep their posture and from shouting that indeed the infamous Captain Robert Butler had been recognized for the womanizer and scoundrel he is.
“I don’t mean to be unkind, but I am not at liberty to explain why I will not tell you who I am or my business for being here. You have ruined my night and I am at liberty to leave before the conversation becomes uncivilized.” Robert stood facing Edward toe to toe. Both are in their twenties, both are two eligible handsome bachelors, and both are rich. Edward, dark haired and standing an impressive six feet could not match Robert’s rugged sun tan skin and muscled hard body. Edward was a young man who never lifted anything as heavy as large tin flagon that held his daily drink.
“You have ruined my sister sir, and I am at liberty to avenge her honor.”
“I assure you I do not know your sister. And you are drunk.” Robert gave Edward a slight bow, “I am leaving sir.” With a raised hand with palms facing the door, he signaled to his men to leave while never taking his eyes away from Edward.
Robert smiled slow and deliberate, then walked pass a drunken Edward Falstaff, spying the blade tucked in Edward’s boots, and said no more. Because Edward was not convinced that Robert was the right man, and perhaps feeling his drunkenness, he remained silent but no less defiant by his arrogant aristocratic demeanor. Confused, Edward turned and tottered back to the bar, and raised his flagon then putting it to his mouth. He took a long full drink.
After Robert and his men took their leave, an older gentleman who had seen the inside of too many taverns and drank too much wine spoke. “Consider yourself lucky Edward, that man was Captain Butler and he is a dead shot. It is a good thing that you did not call him out for a duel.” Edward put his head down and thought about what was said. He was sure that the Captain was the man that had promise to wed his sister. Now he could not be certain, and therefore, he considered the matter closed.
For Robert Butler it was one in many threats he had encountered in many months and years. He knew that one day leaving for the sea would not solve his problems. He would soon get caught and have to marry one of the many women he had bed. It was their bodies that held interests for him not their names or their ages. Now he was engage to marry a young woman whom he has yet to meet. He is dreading every minute of the day.
For a man of the sea, he awaited a fate as deadly as the plague—marriage.
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“Captain Sir… pardon the interruption, but we are nearing the island.” Robert turned facing his first mate. Lost in his thoughts, he soon became attentive. The first mate raised his right hand and gave a respectful salute. Robert returned the salute.
“Yes…yes.” Robert Butler’s mind wandered. Acknowledging that they were indeed close to the island, he firmly stated, “Have the helmsman take the steering and you control the lowering of the anchor. Lower the topsails. I have something to tend to before we reach the Port of Sebastian.”