The
Pirate’s Jewel by Ruth A. Casie
Today is the last day of Medieval Monday for this series. Our poor Darla has put herself in danger, hiding on her father’s ship during a storm. But Wesley will save her, won’t he?
Deception and family honor are at stake – so is her heart.
Wesley Reynolds will do anything to avenge his family’s banishment
from Dundhragon Castle even throw in with the notorious pirate, MacAlpin. His
plan, ruin Lord Ewan’s trading network. He has a more devious plan for his
father’s ‘best friend,’ the man who abandoned them at the eleventh hour. He’ll
ruin the man’s most precious jewel, his daughter Darla. Wesley’s so close to
ruining the trade network and succeeding he can almost taste it, but revenge is
not nearly as sweet as Darla’s kisses.
from Dundhragon Castle even throw in with the notorious pirate, MacAlpin. His
plan, ruin Lord Ewan’s trading network. He has a more devious plan for his
father’s ‘best friend,’ the man who abandoned them at the eleventh hour. He’ll
ruin the man’s most precious jewel, his daughter Darla. Wesley’s so close to
ruining the trade network and succeeding he can almost taste it, but revenge is
not nearly as sweet as Darla’s kisses.
Darla Maxwell, beloved by her parents has no prospects of marriage.
Her father and Lord Ewan search to find her the right husband. Darla’s special
gifts are frightening to many. She has visions that often come true. The murky
image of a man haunts her, she’s sure it’s Lord Ewan’s soon-to-be son-in-law,
but the vision morphs when she meets Wesley. The meaning couldn’t be any
clearer to her, her destiny lies with Wesley.
Her father and Lord Ewan search to find her the right husband. Darla’s special
gifts are frightening to many. She has visions that often come true. The murky
image of a man haunts her, she’s sure it’s Lord Ewan’s soon-to-be son-in-law,
but the vision morphs when she meets Wesley. The meaning couldn’t be any
clearer to her, her destiny lies with Wesley.
When
revelations surface indicating Wesley has been deceived and his revenge
misplaced. Will he find the truth of what really happened to his family in time
to stop the pirates? Will Darla ever forgive him? Will he ever forgive himself?
revelations surface indicating Wesley has been deceived and his revenge
misplaced. Will he find the truth of what really happened to his family in time
to stop the pirates? Will Darla ever forgive him? Will he ever forgive himself?
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Anger rolled off
her father in waves. Even from where she sat she saw his clenched jaw and
fisted hands.
her father in waves. Even from where she sat she saw his clenched jaw and
fisted hands.
“Why aren’t these
below?” her father asked, pointing toward the barrels that comprised her hiding
place.
below?” her father asked, pointing toward the barrels that comprised her hiding
place.
Richards shrugged.
“With Lord Ewan’s men and supplies, there isn’t any room. I’ll have the men tie
them to the deck.”
“With Lord Ewan’s men and supplies, there isn’t any room. I’ll have the men tie
them to the deck.”
Darla froze. The
men picked up ropes and started to secure the barrels across from her. Her
watery eyes enlarged, the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled, and
gooseflesh pimpled her frigid skin. Slow and deliberate, a tall man stepped out
of the shadows and marched toward her hiding place. Please, don’t let him find me. Not now. She kept her gaze focused
on him and tamped down her building panic. There was no place for her to run.
She was trapped. His powerful well-muscled body moved toward her with an easy
grace.
men picked up ropes and started to secure the barrels across from her. Her
watery eyes enlarged, the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled, and
gooseflesh pimpled her frigid skin. Slow and deliberate, a tall man stepped out
of the shadows and marched toward her hiding place. Please, don’t let him find me. Not now. She kept her gaze focused
on him and tamped down her building panic. There was no place for her to run.
She was trapped. His powerful well-muscled body moved toward her with an easy
grace.
As he got closer,
she tried to make out his facial features. They were strong, but in the
darkening shadows, she couldn’t make out who approached. His dark hair was
ruffled by the wind. He moved with an air of authority and the appearance of
one who demanded instant obedience.
she tried to make out his facial features. They were strong, but in the
darkening shadows, she couldn’t make out who approached. His dark hair was
ruffled by the wind. He moved with an air of authority and the appearance of
one who demanded instant obedience.
She closed her
eyes. A vision emerged from a swirl of mist. A face. His face. Wesley Mills’
face. She snapped her eyes open.
eyes. A vision emerged from a swirl of mist. A face. His face. Wesley Mills’
face. She snapped her eyes open.
With all the
activity and noise around her she still heard his footsteps thunder as he came
across the deck heading toward her. If he unveiled her now, all would be lost.
He bent over the barrels, stretched his arm between the casks brushing her
shoulder, but not claiming it.
activity and noise around her she still heard his footsteps thunder as he came
across the deck heading toward her. If he unveiled her now, all would be lost.
He bent over the barrels, stretched his arm between the casks brushing her
shoulder, but not claiming it.
“You’ll not find
Magnus there either, m’lady.”
Magnus there either, m’lady.”
“Mr. Mills—”
“As your
co-conspirator you can call me Wesley. Now hush. Not another word.” He found
the loose sail next to her and yanked it out. With a toss, he covered the
barrels with the sheet.
co-conspirator you can call me Wesley. Now hush. Not another word.” He found
the loose sail next to her and yanked it out. With a toss, he covered the
barrels with the sheet.
“Tie this down.
This will keep the barrels and anything else in place,” Wesley said.
This will keep the barrels and anything else in place,” Wesley said.
The ship glided
out of the protection of the dock and sailed into the churning channel. Huddled
under the sail, hugging her knees, Darla thought she might as well be blind. To
add to her discomfort, the aroma of beer from the surrounding barrels was
overpowering in the small space.
out of the protection of the dock and sailed into the churning channel. Huddled
under the sail, hugging her knees, Darla thought she might as well be blind. To
add to her discomfort, the aroma of beer from the surrounding barrels was
overpowering in the small space.
The rise and fall
of the ship had her holding on to the barrels for dear life. Large raindrops
that randomly pelted Darla’s shelter intensified. The ends of her canvas
hideout fluttered and hammered a beat as gusts of wind plowed into the standing
barrels sending sprays of water through the spaces between them. The tight
ropes holding her sanctuary together sang as they strained against the pitching
of the ship and onslaught of the wind and rain.
of the ship had her holding on to the barrels for dear life. Large raindrops
that randomly pelted Darla’s shelter intensified. The ends of her canvas
hideout fluttered and hammered a beat as gusts of wind plowed into the standing
barrels sending sprays of water through the spaces between them. The tight
ropes holding her sanctuary together sang as they strained against the pitching
of the ship and onslaught of the wind and rain.
From her hiding
place, she had no sense of what happened beyond its boundary. No way to prepare
for the next roll of the ship, gust of wind or drenching rush of water. Shouted
orders along with the grunts and salty words of the crew reached her ears above
the sound of the howling wind and crashing water.
place, she had no sense of what happened beyond its boundary. No way to prepare
for the next roll of the ship, gust of wind or drenching rush of water. Shouted
orders along with the grunts and salty words of the crew reached her ears above
the sound of the howling wind and crashing water.
“Take in the sail.
Toss out the sea anchor. We need to keep the ship headed into the wind. Tie a
bag of oil to the windward side and toss it over. Let’s hope that keeps the
waves from breaking over the side.”
Toss out the sea anchor. We need to keep the ship headed into the wind. Tie a
bag of oil to the windward side and toss it over. Let’s hope that keeps the
waves from breaking over the side.”
Water that soaked
through her makeshift canopy gathered above her and rained down on her, adding
to her misery. She lifted her skirt, tucked her mantle close, but the water wicked
through her clothes. Soaked and tired to the bone, she gave up trying to keep
dry. Drained of any warmth, she shivered and waited for her ordeal to end.
through her makeshift canopy gathered above her and rained down on her, adding
to her misery. She lifted her skirt, tucked her mantle close, but the water wicked
through her clothes. Soaked and tired to the bone, she gave up trying to keep
dry. Drained of any warmth, she shivered and waited for her ordeal to end.
Riding up and down
the swelling sea, the rise and fall of the ship continued. The limited air in
her space soured. Woozy, she needed fresh air but was trapped with no way out.
With her head on her knees, she closed her eyes and prayed for the journey to
end.
the swelling sea, the rise and fall of the ship continued. The limited air in
her space soured. Woozy, she needed fresh air but was trapped with no way out.
With her head on her knees, she closed her eyes and prayed for the journey to
end.
The thundering
snap of a rope, followed by the full force of the wind and water startled her from
her daze. Part of the sail slid off the barrels. She grabbed at it, but the
wind pulled the canvas from her hand. For a moment, she delighted in the salty
air and took a deep breath. The ship lurched and the barrels protecting her
came loose from their bindings and turned into crushing weapons.
snap of a rope, followed by the full force of the wind and water startled her from
her daze. Part of the sail slid off the barrels. She grabbed at it, but the
wind pulled the canvas from her hand. For a moment, she delighted in the salty
air and took a deep breath. The ship lurched and the barrels protecting her
came loose from their bindings and turned into crushing weapons.
Strong arms
grasped her. She didn’t care if her father found her. Getting free of her
prison was all she wanted.
grasped her. She didn’t care if her father found her. Getting free of her
prison was all she wanted.
The wind roared
down the deck, sprays of water erupted from the prow as the ship bounced and
rolled in the sea. Nothing hindered the man’s grip. Finally, she raised her
head, but the shroud of fog blanketing the ship made it difficult to see.
down the deck, sprays of water erupted from the prow as the ship bounced and
rolled in the sea. Nothing hindered the man’s grip. Finally, she raised her
head, but the shroud of fog blanketing the ship made it difficult to see.
Darla strained and
made out dark wet hair plastered to his face. The ship shifted beneath her
feet. Unsteady, he held her close, she clung to him. She didn’t have to see
clearly to know who held her.
made out dark wet hair plastered to his face. The ship shifted beneath her
feet. Unsteady, he held her close, she clung to him. She didn’t have to see
clearly to know who held her.
Close to his
chest, she made out rivulets of blood sliding down the side of his head, but
she clung hard to him. She pulled away from his chest and stretched to reach his
ear with her mouth.
chest, she made out rivulets of blood sliding down the side of his head, but
she clung hard to him. She pulled away from his chest and stretched to reach his
ear with her mouth.
“You’re hurt.”
He said nothing as
he moved them forward.
he moved them forward.
“You have my
thanks.”
thanks.”
He turned and gave
her a flash of a smile.
her a flash of a smile.
“Wesley.” She
smiled at him.
smiled at him.
“I was afraid
you’d think I was Magnus.” He cupped her head and drew her to his chest. He
staggered forward fighting his way against the wind to reach the entrance.
Here, there was some protection from the wind. He made fast work of the door.
you’d think I was Magnus.” He cupped her head and drew her to his chest. He
staggered forward fighting his way against the wind to reach the entrance.
Here, there was some protection from the wind. He made fast work of the door.
The wind howled
outside. She let out a breath, but Wesley didn’t stop. He hurried down the
narrow passageway into a cabin.
outside. She let out a breath, but Wesley didn’t stop. He hurried down the
narrow passageway into a cabin.
“You’ll be safe
here.” He sat her in a chair then went to leave. “Whatever you do, stay
inside.”
here.” He sat her in a chair then went to leave. “Whatever you do, stay
inside.”
A secretive smile
softened his lips before he left, closing the door behind him. She ran to the
door, looked through the small hole, and watched him make his way down the
passageway, his broad shoulders nearly scraping both walls.
softened his lips before he left, closing the door behind him. She ran to the
door, looked through the small hole, and watched him make his way down the
passageway, his broad shoulders nearly scraping both walls.
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Absolutely wonderful, Ruth! Happy Medieval Monday! xo
Fabulous ending to your excerpt, Ruth!
A great ending for our nature theme, Ruth. Happy Medieval Monday!