Treasure Found by Cheryl A. Cornell
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. Treasure Found COPYRIGHT © 2008 by Cheryl A. Cornell All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Contact Information:
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Dedication For Rich, my Valentine I would like to add: Thanks to everyone at The Wild Rose Press for their help,especially my editor, Diane Parkinson Thanks to Nicola Martinez for the cover art.
Chapter One In the year 1747 Having the Atlantic Ocean as your mistress was a cruel proposition, an act of confidence and arrogance. To assume you could control her were the thoughts of a fool. Only a man who respected her could endure. Her February winds and waves demanded complete attention, a dedication to survival. Edward Ormond planned on visiting his home port of Bath for a short rest before continuing his journey south to Charleston. As he passed the southern tip of Ocracoke Island, his tri mastered cargo ship sliced through the winter waves with ease. While the north side of the island was generously populated, the southern side was abandoned to storms long ago. He knew there were several derelict cottages tucked along the beachfront and a long forgotten harbor, ravaged by time and weather. He maneuvered the ship into safe channel, catching a glimpse of something shining on land, and smoke billowing from what should have been a vacant building. Scanning the shoreline, he ordered his crew to anchor farther east until he explored the unexpected, unwelcome intrusion. What should have been deserted was now populated, allowing the residents a view of his passing ship. While he had nothing to hide, he preferred his business and travel to go unnoticed. Edward carried only a few necessary crewmen at this time, having finished his last trip farther north, selling his goods. He'd begin the cycle again; but for now, he was giving himself the gift of privacy and quiet he found so elusive with the full crew on board. When he could have sailed on something deep within him had him ordering the crew to anchor for the night. Through the mist he glimpsed the smoke a second time off the port bow. Obviously someone had decided to homestead the 1
Cheryl A. Cornell abandoned harbor. As he recalled it had long been uninhabitable for humans. Not liking surprises, he decided to go ashore at dusk, alone. **** On shore he surveyed the area, finding it quite how he remembered it except for the glow coming from the cottage farther in the woods. Approaching silently, he watched through the window from the shadows. A rotting piece of burlap flapped in the breeze as a frail form stirred a large pot hanging over a well-built fire. Whatever the stew, the odor reached him, his mouth watering at the hint of simmering meat. With each pass of the spoon he hungered for its contents. Loaves of baked bread waited on the hearth. From this position he surveyed the room. The thatched roof had been patched affording the occupant a dry space. The back wall was a huge fireplace, its flames roaring against the stone. There was a rough hewn table with pewter pitcher on the center. A single pallet lay on the floor to the left side. An old, battered sea chest sat on the packed dirt floor. Her back was to him, her body silhouetted by the firelight. The chemise she wore looked of fine quality. A shawl was tucked around her shoulders for warmth. His body shuddered in the biting wind as he watched. She performed her task in silence, her motions measured. Long waves of dark brown hair flowed free past her waist. Edward was glad he’d left the rest of the crew on board the ship for the night. Whoever she was, he wanted to meet her alone—if she was alone. He saw no signs of other inhabitants in the ramshackle cottage. “You may as well come in instead of spying on me. You're welcome to share my meal.” He jumped at her words, realizing she was aware of his presence. For a moment he hesitated, wanting to retreat to his rowboat. But the tone of her voice was soft, sensual, something he'd been denied in the last months of his long voyage. “Well, are you joining me for dinner or would you rather watch from the window?” She half turned to look towards him, speaking offhandedly as one might to a pet. Used to being in charge of his ship and its crew, Edward allowed no woman to talk down to him under any 2
Treasure Found circumstance, even if he was intruding on her privacy. “This island is long been abandoned. Where did you come from?” “Come inside by the fire and warm yourself, before you catch cold and I have to nurse you to health.” Edward hesitated for only a moment longer before moving to the small door. Pushing it inward, he felt the immediate rush of heat captured in the small stone building. The wind whipped to keep the door open. He used all his strength to close it. It took several moments for his eyes to adjust to the new lighting. She didn't turn to him and continued stirring the pot before her on the fire. “I ask again, who are you and why are you here alone?” “You have a lot of questions for someone who is trespassing on private lands.” “These lands belong to the Prescott family, that I know for certain. Do they know you're here?” While he thought to rile her, she merely laughed at his words. “And how do you think I wound up here, sir?” “Are you saying the Prescotts have abandoned you here?” “Only for the month of February, then I am allowed to go home.” He interpreted her sigh to mean she preferred to be here rather than in the lavish Prescott home. She moved from the fire, her long hair hiding her face while she gathered two bowls from a shelf that held several dishes and dented mugs. She spooned the hot mixture into each. With her left hand she reached a bowl back to him, not turning to see who her uninvited guest was. Moving forward, he took the bowl from her small hand, trying not to stare at her slim form through the thin chemise. She was large breasted. Her figure narrowed to a small waist before widening down at her hips. She stood about a head shorter than him, but her attitude made up for the difference. “Thank you.” He watched as she pulled chunks from one of the waiting loaves of bread, passing one to him before taking hers to one of the benches on either side of the table. He’d still not seen her face, realizing she carried 3
Cheryl A. Cornell herself on purpose so he didn’t. “Aren't you afraid to be here alone?” He was surprised when she laughed, a light lilting sound that warmed him before the soup could. It was strange to find a woman alone in an abandoned cottage, seemingly at home with the sea in her solitude. He tasted the soup with a crust of bread, enjoying its heavily spiced flavor rather than the bland meals he was used to on board. He took a second and then third taste mumbling, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” She sat across from him, turned in silhouette. Her profile reflected long lashed eyes and a slim straight nose. Full lips and a strong chin were all held erect by her long, elegant neck. It became obvious she’d practiced her posture, sitting erect yet sheltering the right side of her face. What surprised him was the thin leather strap running along her forehead, under her hair, and meeting on the other side, her right eye covered with a black patch.
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Chapter Two Zerinda would have laughed at the irony, but knew she'd have to explain why to the dark stranger. By now he'd seen her eye patch; her hair covered the rest of her disfigurement. Wouldn't it be lovely to be desired by such a man? While it would never happen, she felt her belly go fuzzy, her lower self heavy with a strange heat. She pulled her shawl tighter to cover her erect nipples. Tall and slim with wide shoulders, he wore his long black hair pulled back. A short trimmed beard covered his chin. He had dark eyes in a weathered face. He wore the uniform of the upper-class; his coat the dark blue previously banned to anyone else. His wool trousers reached down under black leather boots with a silver buckle on each outer ankle. His tri-cornered hat of black leather now sat on the table beside him. He didn't wear the flamboyant colors of a pirate, rather was more subdued and elegant. He wore no jewelry; earrings, rings or, bracelets as she’d glimpsed at the port of Ocracoke. A sash of fine silk in a lighter blue held a small dagger close to his body. This was a man of power not plunder. Zerinda never had this kind of physical reaction to any man, yet this was an undeniable draw. Now she understood her sister Lavinia’s reasons for sending her away. For the last ten years she'd taken her February exile meant as punishment, gathering strength to hold her for the long months ahead when she returned to the Prescott home. Lavinia hadn't sent her away to shield her from leering eyes, rather jealousy at the idea one of her suitors might show Zerinda some attention. She'd known it deep inside. Tonight, in this handsome stranger’s company, she had to acknowledge it. She'd never be beautiful like Lavinia, but any male attention shown her would detract from her sister. 5
Cheryl A. Cornell Zerinda smiled at the idea she might seduce her stranger just to know how it felt to be loved, but it wouldn't be love, just lust. “Do you have any shipmates in need of a meal?” “No, I left the crew onboard until I surveyed the situation.” “Most men would send a scout until he knew no trap was set for him.” “I am not most men, as you are no average woman.” She let her eye stray to his face and quickly looked away, feeling her own face and chest heat under his look. She might settle for lust from him, her appetite for food long gone. “Would you like some wine?” She managed to keep her voice steady. “Yes, please.” He watched her as she moved in the small space, retrieving two mugs from the shelf, filling them from the pitcher on the table between them. They drank in silence, both avoiding the other’s look, intent on the flames of the fire. “You seem to have an adequate supply of firewood and food,” he said. “Yes, the Prescotts make sure I have wood and supplies to hold me over the month.” “May I ask what penance you pay? It seems this isn't the first time you are in exile.” “This is my tenth year, sir. I'm quite adjusted to taking care of myself.” “That's apparent, but you didn't answer my question.” “I don't intend to, sir, you are a stranger to me.” She rose and took both their bowls to the shelf, wiping her hands on a cloth. “Perhaps you should explain who you are and why you spy on me first.” He looked affronted by her words. In principle, she was right, but she saw he didn't like being challenged. Any man in a station of power did not like answering to a woman. Had she still been at the Prescott home she never would have dared to talk to a stranger this way, nor any man. In her private exile he was an interloper, she felt she had the right. “Again, what is your purpose on private land?” She 6
Treasure Found stood tall, her feet planted a shoulder width apart, her arms folded across her stomach. “I merely stopped to do a good deed, seeing smoke coming from your cottage, ma'am. I am an acquaintance of the Prescotts and would not like to see their property destroyed needlessly.” Zerinda laughed. “So you are merely checking on the Prescott's property?” “Is that so far fetched?” “It is most likely not your original reason, but it would satisfy the Prescotts. And you’re name, sir? I was unable to read the name on your ship as she passed earlier this afternoon.” “My name is Edward Ormond, Captain.” She recognized his name, and knew of his reputation. She’d suspected as much, and remembered her parents being close with Mary Ormond. Then she retrieved the last bit of history that she’d been taught not to verbalize. “And your ship?” “My ship is the Independence, ma'am. She is well known for her fair trade along this eastern coastline.” Zerinda felt he defended his ship, along with his position. So this was the famous Captain Ormond, whom her sister often spoke about. “And your name, please?” With a heavy sigh, she turned halfway towards him, still careful to shield the right side of her face. “I am Zerinda Prescott, youngest daughter of Alexander and Lucy Prescott.” He sat back, eyes wide open. “Zerinda Prescott. I have heard of you, but never seen you at any functions I attended at the home in my youth. Most people believe you are merely a myth. Didn’t—” “I would think my father and my sister both would prefer I was merely fictional. However, they do have to deal with me as I am still a person.” With another sigh, she continued. “After the accident, they told anyone who knew me that I passed in the blaze. My parents thought it would shield me. I survived to their dismay.” “I recall something about a fire. Why do you hide here in this hovel when there are obviously celebrations happening at the main house on the north side of the 7
Cheryl A. Cornell island?” “It is preferred by all of us in the family that I stay away, especially from the February functions. My father has always thrown lavish parties for my sister’s birthday on the fourteenth. She believes very strongly that she will find her true love during this month and wants no interferences with her quest.” Edward laughed aloud at her words. “I remember a few from my youth. Your parents’ and sister’s display of wealth has never impressed me.” “Perhaps you're smarter than I originally gave you credit for.” “You do not miss the parties?” “No, sir. I prefer not to be a spectacle. I am not a circus sideshow to be trotted out at parties to do tricks to the assembled guests.” Zerinda was unable to hold back the disgust in her voice. “Your sister's birthday is only the fourteenth. Why do you stay away for the full month?” “Lavinia prefers it this way and so do I. It’s better not to anger her, especially during this month of love searching.” “I’m surprised she has not found a mate. If I am correct, she is well into her third decade, close to my age.” “She has been very careful in choosing her permanent mate.” Zerinda tried to be careful in choosing her words when discussing her family. “And you are younger by how many years?” “I came along ten years after her birth.” “And Alexander Prescott allows this exile to happen every year?” “He too has decided it’s easier than dealing with Lavinia during her Valentine's quest.” “And what about your Valentine's Day quest?” “I carry no quest for love on Valentine's Day, nor any day of the year, sir. I am a realist and understand I’m not marriageable under any circumstances, no matter how wealthy my father is.” Zerinda stood facing the fire, her back to her companion. Their conversation was enough to bring back the memories of sadness and pain she struggled to dismiss. She saw in the shadows his body rise and held 8
Treasure Found fast hoping he would not approach her. When it became apparent he moved closer, she tried to step away, hampered by the wall. “There is no reason to fear me, Miss Prescott. I mean you no harm.” “I fear no man or woman, Captain. Rather I prefer to be left alone.” “For a woman so young, one would think you'd be looking for a husband yourself.” “Perhaps if circumstances had been different I would be; but they aren't. I understand and accept I will never marry, sir.” His nearness made her quiver. She walked past him, resuming her seat at the small table. “May I get you more wine?” “Yes, please.” He moved back across from her, studying her intently. Zerinda was not used to anyone continuing to pressure her for information. The rare times she’d introduced herself to a man usually sent him fleeing. She decided the only way to force Captain Ormond to go back to his ship was to be blunt. “Captain Ormond, you are unfamiliar with my deformity. I much prefer solitude to curious onlookers and their snickers.” “A myth because you had never been seen.” He still scrutinized her. “I have been hidden very well through the years.” She stared toward the fire. “It would do no good to change the situation at this time.”
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Chapter Three Zerinda stood, swept her full-length hooded cape from its peg, and pulled it over her shoulders. She opened the door, stepping out onto the uneven earth. Whether he followed her or not wasn't the point—she had to get away from him. The cold air made her shiver. She braced against the wind, hurrying for shelter beside a crumbling cabin closer to the beach. The night was moon lit, but thick clouds made patterns in the sky distorting the glow. She took several deep breaths, straining to calm her nerves. His unexpected arrival had caught her off guard and not dressed. Captain Ormond would be dangerous to her. His presence made her long for a normal life. He moved quietly beside her, his hat pulled low over his eyes. “The tide is going out, best to go back to your ship before it changes.” “Is that your polite way of telling me I have overstayed my welcome?” His tone made her smile. Nobody teased with her, they were all so sullen. “You've seen I do no harm to the land and you've had a hot meal.” “I can think of other hospitality's you could offer, if you chose to.” She felt her cheeks burn. “You’ve overstepped your place, even for a captain.” “I apologize. It was a poor joke.” “Rather more honest, I believe. You've been at sea; I'm sure female companionship is longed for.” She hesitated, shifting her feet in the sand. “You've anchored on the wrong side of the island, Captain.” He gave her a strange look she chose not to interpret. “You can reach the other side of the island on a short sail. I'm sure your wants could be met there.” “You presume to know my wants.” 10
Treasure Found “No, only the ones I cannot fulfill for you. The house has been occupied with guests for the past weeks. I'm sure Lavinia will be pleased to see you after all this time.” “It has been a while. My mother was a friend of your parents. We spent several holidays with the Prescotts.” “Then it's settled. Lavinia will welcome you with open arms. I'm sure my father would like to see you again.” Captain Ormond laughed. “As a youth your father quite frightened me at times. And what I recall of Lavinia, she was a vain twit of a girl more impressed with her looks and gowns.” Silence stretched between them. “Well, has she changed?” “I'm afraid not. Her appearance is quite important to her.” “Even as a child I remember her snapping her fingers at the staff and once witnessed her actually stomping her foot on the floor when she didn't get her way.” Zerinda didn't hold back her laughter. “She still does on occasion.” He smiled at her words, a kind smile, genuine instead of premeditated. “How do you celebrate your birthday, Zerinda?” “Quietly. Nobody celebrates my birth with true enthusiasm; rather it is a reminder of my existence to everyone.” She watched his smile fade, the vein in his left temple throb. “It's quite all right. We all prefer to forgo false gaiety.” Zerinda fought the urge to move close to him, to feel his strength and heat. Self preservation made her step away and head towards the water line. “Lavinia's birthday is only days away. You'll be welcome, Captain. I'm sure your crew would appreciate a few days of freedom on the island.” “What makes you think I want to spend time with Lavinia?” His voice came from right behind her. “She is very beautiful and sophisticated. I'm sure you'll enjoy her company much more than mine.” Zerinda huddled in her cape, the waves lapping near her feet. “You've no idea of my wants, Miss Prescott.” “I apologize. I shouldn't presume to know your desires, rather prefer you to enjoy your visit.” 11
Cheryl A. Cornell “I am enjoying my visit.” “Your visit is over, sir. Travel safe, Captain Ormond.” Zerinda turned to leave, the wind pushing her hood from her face, her hair blowing back. She groped to cover her head, but his hands stilled hers, not letting her find refuge behind the material. She froze, letting him see her full disfigurement. Once his curiosity was satisfied, he'd be on his way. She watched him appraise her with her good eye, his open wonder nothing new to her. “Your prying has been quenched. It's time you rowed to your ship, Captain.” He studied her in silence, her hood still gripped in his hands. Zerinda knew she blushed, felt the heat creeping up her chest to her cheeks, hoping the clouds would cover her embarrassment. She closed her eye as his fingers moved to touch her scar. The warmth of his fingertips melted her inside. Instinct made her want to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him. Instead, she wriggled to pull away. His grip tightened to keep her in place. **** What she called her disfigurement fascinated Edward. Her eye remained covered, and he traced a patch of once burnt skin from the corner to her temple. While he understood it must have been terrible at the time, to him, her scar was not unusual. Many men of the sea were scarred or missing limbs; some used hooks to manipulate what was once a working hand. Many walked with limps or pegs. “Please leave, Captain Ormond. Your curiosity is answered, I prefer my solitude.” “I don't understand. I see a scar, but what disfigurement do you speak of?” “Blast and damn!” Edward laughed and she glared at him. “So Lavinia stamps her foot and Zerinda swears.” He laughed harder, seeing her try to hide a smile. “Mr. Ormond, I've had quite enough.” She jerked from his hands. Edward pulled her back, his lips descending over hers. He started the kiss to be a punishment of sorts. Instead, the moment he felt her warmth, resentment left 12
Treasure Found him. He realized he wanted to kiss her for him, not to punish her. Deep within he knew most likely he'd never have the chance to see or kiss her again. He would use the opportunity and take what he wanted. He raised his mouth from hers several times, breathing in her scent, feeling himself harden with each moment he held her against him. He was not a novice when it came to women. He'd spent many years in foreign ports taking advantage of the women who gave themselves for coin. His lips against Zarinda’s, he knew her kiss was untutored. Somehow the realization made him push further, made him desire more from her, to insist on more. When his mind told him to move away, her arm slipping around his neck made him stay. He moved his hands to her hips to hold her against him, to feel the need she created within him. She let out a small groan which he took as a good sign. He slid the tip of his tongue along her lips. She opened to him, accepting the probing, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. He felt his erection throb knowing even through the layers of clothing she felt his movement. What started out as just a kiss turned into something sensual, something he’d no idea could be achieved. Zerinda was a stranger, yet an inner peace enveloped him, making him want her to always be with him. He’d spent his life scoffing at the concept of love and attraction, yet here in this second, he felt both. Edward finally understood why people sometimes did crazy things for one another. Zerinda licked the tip of her tongue along his lips, allowing it to be swallowed. Her hips moving in rhythm against his erection made him swell. Did she know what she did to him? Did it matter? Right now the only thing that mattered was her in his arms, kissing him back. He liked the new feeling, yearned to have it forever. He brushed his lips on her scarred skin, lightly teasing it with his tongue. He longed to massage her flesh, to feel the weight of her breast in his palm, to feel the heat that betrayed her body. His hands dropped back, cupping her buttocks. He rubbed her over his erection, making her feel the physical effect she had on him. 13
Cheryl A. Cornell Zerinda pulled away, thrusting the back of her hand to her mouth as if to wipe away his kiss. He grabbed her shoulder, turned her to face him and saw the confusion in her expression. Edward understood she was unfamiliar with the provocative emotions they created in each other. “Edward, you must leave.” “I think not, Zerinda; not after a kiss like that. You want me as much as I want you.” He didn’t care that the sun had long set and the wind whipped around them, the real world seemed too far away to bother with. “You don't understand. If you touch me and Lavinia finds out, she'll never choose you for her mate.” “You can’t be serious. Being Lavinia's chosen mate was never my intention.” “Maybe you should decide that after seeing her again. It's been a long time since you’ve been in her company.” “I was not on my way to her birthday celebration. I was on my way home to Bath for a few weeks of solitude at my own home.” He held her close to his body, the physical need she stirred within him frustrating. “No matter what your original plans were, Lavinia will be expecting you. You are exactly the kind of man she is looking for. You have wealth and fame.” “I agree I have wealth, but no claim to fame.” “Of course you do, Edward.” The sincerity in her voice made him almost afraid of her next words. “Even as a child I heard the stories of Mary Ormond marrying Edward Teach and of the son he never got to raise.” “While I agree my mother did marry the infamous Mr. Teach for a short period of time, it has never been proven I am his offspring.” Zerinda’s lips twitched, as if she held back her smile, but didn't manage it well. “Really, Edward, everyone knows you are the famous pirate Blackbeard’s son. While he may have been killed before you remember him, I've heard many times that you are the image of him in all ways.” “Blackbeard was not my father. I was raised by my mother alone.” The old anger burned inside him. “Does his infamy scar you?” “Does the mark on in your face scar you, Zerinda?” Edward knew it was a low thing to say. She didn’t 14
Treasure Found deserve the cruelty, nor did he. Yet his parentage hounded him, had followed him to the far corners of the earth. He shook off the memories with her words. They were both wounded souls. “Your ship will have been seen, you will be expected now. I think you would prefer to keep all your options open.” She moved from his arms and he didn't like the distance between them. “Even if my ship had been seen from the harbor, people will assume I was headed home. If I’d been attending the party I would have anchored.” “The winds are against you; of all people you know that. It’s why your ship was close enough to shore here to see my smoke. You'll be expected at the house soon, if not already.” “Why are you pushing me to go to your sister's birthday when I have no wish to see her?” “My father will be expecting you to call out of courtesy. He'll expect you to visit.” A visible chill trembled through her body. He moved forward to wrap her against him, sheltering her from the cold wind. “I have sailed past the Ocracoke harbor many times, Zerinda, and have never stopped to see your father or your sister. I don't believe they expect me.” “With the celebrations going on, you'll be expected. Please, I ask you to leave now and to leave me alone. Most importantly, don’t tell anyone of our meeting.” Edward took a step back, her words chaffing at his inner being. “If I was to sail back and go to the house to celebrate your sister's birthday, why shouldn't I tell her I saw you on this side of the island?” She sighed, shaking her head, muttering under her breath about his obstinacy. “Please, whether you go to the party or sail on to Bath, you must never tell anyone that we've met.” “Why? Would it be so horrible to say I have met you and enjoyed the time we spent together?” “In general there should be no problem. But it has been a long time since you have been in my father's company or Lavinia's. Trust me, having them know you found me so close to her birthday wouldn’t do anyone any good.” 15
Cheryl A. Cornell “Even if I did choose to go to the party that doesn't mean she would choose me or I would choose her. Or that your father would allow such a union.” “As a man of the world you should understand leaving your options open is much better than bearing my mark.” “I don't understand your reasoning, Zerinda; but I feel it is important to you. I have no wish to make your future unhappy.” He struggled against his desire to hold her again, to kiss her. “Then to please me, sail back to the harbor and enjoy the festivities. Valentine's Day is for romance and love. Maybe another will catch your fancy.” “I doubt that will happen.” He stared out to sea. “No matter what happens, you must never let anyone know you have made my acquaintance nor allowed you the liberties I have.” “I have only kissed you, not taken your honor.” He clenched his fist. “Just the fact that you have met me will be enough to enrage Lavinia. Please, you must leave now. Do it for me.” Zerinda left him standing on the beach confused and frustrated. The woman had no idea how she struck him with her words. The concept that he and Lavinia would ever have a relationship was laughable. The idea of having Zerinda as his wife comforted him. That in itself was enough to make him hurry to the row boat, to the safety of the Independence.
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Chapter Four Edward’s curiosity had been piqued. While his crew might have thought his backtracking strange, a few coins to spend at the local public house erased all doubt. They arrived midmorning, Edward selecting his birthday gift for Lavinia from his stores. At first he chose a bolt of golden silk, and then decided the color would suit Zerinda better. In the end, he took an assortment of rare flower bulbs imported from Deutschland. It was a test for sure—one he didn't think Lavinia would pass. His arrival was all but heralded as he was met by Alexander Prescott himself. His once black hair was now gray, his face bloated from drink. Edward remembered him as a tall man, now he leaned on a cane for support, his pudgy body off balance. “Welcome, my old friend,” Prescott said. “It’s been far too long.” Taken aback by the man's age and physical condition, Edward remembered he hadn’t seen him in many years. After several hearty hugs, he didn't go unnoticed by the horde of people at the home. The home itself was still impressive, yet Edward saw at a glance the weathered building was in need of repairs. The porch railings were crooked, the shutters missing paint. The whole home was in need of an overhaul. The gardens were left without wintering over, the lawns left to seed and fencing gone in places. A woman—who had to be Lavinia—swept out onto the porch. Her appearance shocked him. He remembered a skinny, dark-haired, dark-eyed girl with a spoiled attitude. She was beautiful at first sight. With the second and third glimpse, he saw the red of her gown clashed against pasty skin. Her hair was piled high, her gown the newest style, corseting her bulk. Cruelness glittered in 17
Cheryl A. Cornell her eyes. She’d aged well, but had definitely aged. Greeting him profusely was a woman he wanted nothing to do with, her perfume souring his stomach. “We expected you yesterday, Captain.” She wrapped her body around his a second time. He found himself pushing her hands away to remove her contact. “The tides were against us, it was safer to anchor than harbor,” he managed to say. “As long as you're here, the party can begin.” Everyone in attendance laughed as if it were required. Lavinia clamped her hand to his forearm. She didn't bother to introduce him to any of her guests; rather he was squired away to a quiet study. **** Accepting her offer of a sherry, Edward watched her intently. “Why have you waited so long to visit me? I’m wasting away on this dull island, seeing the same boring people. I would do much better in the circles you socialize in.” “How has your father’s health be—?” “Aren’t you in need of a wife, Captain?” She traced her fingers along the back of his chair. “Someone with talent and beauty?” Disgusted by her boldness, he was on the verge of asking about Zerinda. Instead, he remained silent and sipped his sweet sherry. Lavinia pouted. “Do you like my gown? I had it sent from London.” Edward grunted. “You don't seem interested in conversing with me, Captain Ormond.” “I'd be happy to, Miss Prescott, if the topics were more varied.” Her black eyes flashed at him. “If we bore you so, perhaps this was a mistake.” Her voice took on a cunning edge. “This was just a social call to the family, Lavinia. I didn't know Valentine's Day was your birthday.” “How could you not?” she asked with all seriousness. “It's been two decades since I’ve vacationed here.” “One would think you'd stay better informed 18
Treasure Found considering the circumstances.” “My apologies.” He nodded, his stomach churning, his head aching from her perfume. He watched as she paused, garnering a breath before turning back to him. “Of course, you had your mother to take care of. Your father's untimely beheading must have been difficult for her.” If a man, he’d have slapped her face; until he realized that was the precise reaction she goaded him towards. Edward let her ramble several minutes more, reminding him of his family history in a backhanded compliment. She swished her skirts near his knees, then dropped into his lap. Edward suppressed a cringe when she wrapped her arm around his neck. She puckered her lips and leaned towards him. He turned his head to the side. “We're old friends, Edward, why do you avoid my touch?” “As I told your father, this is a courtesy call, Lavinia. I'm promised to a woman in Charleston.” A blatant lie. She stood and flounced away as if his words burned her skin. “Why allow me to waste my time? How rude after waiting all this time to come here only to tell me you're promised to someone else. You were always a strange child, Edward. You’ve become an inconsiderate man.” “I'm sorry if I've offended you.” “Don't you remember our parents’ promise?” Edward looked at her with curiosity, wondering what new angle she formed. “And what promise was that, Lavinia?” “Why, just after the loss of your father, our parents deemed that we would make the perfect pair.” Edward didn't drop the glass he held, but his fingers slipped against the crystal. This was an angle he’d not foreseen. Zerinda must have heard the tale; that was why she was so adamant about his not mentioning he met her, and why she’d spoke of Lavinia choosing him for a mate. “I'm not sure what you speak of. I remember no promise being made for our futures.” “Of course you do, Edward. When we were about ten our parents decided we would marry when the time was 19
Cheryl A. Cornell right.” “I apologize. I've no remembrance of a promise or even a conversation in that direction.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or run from the room. “You know, with your family history I would be taking you on as a liability to a certain degree. You have, of course, become a legal businessman. With my money and your knowledge of the trade routes we could soon rule the eastern coast.” “I would have thought the wealth was your father's, Lavinia?” She smiled and gave him a sweep of her hand, tittering. “He’s beyond his years; surely you noticed his age.” “You speak as if the man has passed already.” “He is merely a figurehead in this household, I assure you. I control our funds and how they are spent.” “Whatever promises might have been made were purely made in jest, never meant to be carried out in real life. I was a nobody, and you…” “It may have been a jest at the time, but I've waited for you, Edward Ormond. I gave you years to stray and get your bearings. Now it is time for you to come home and stay here at Prescott with me as my husband.” “I do apologize, ma'am. As I have told you, I am already promised. What ever information you were given as a child, you were misinformed. You must have other beaus vying for your hand.” He saw her anger forming; her eyes darkened, the fine lines around them deepened. Her lips thinned into two red lines. Just the concept of kissing those lips was enough to make him ill. “You've wasted many of my years, Edward. How boorish it is that you come here now after making me wait all this time only to tell me you're promised. You were always strange, but I was willing to forgive that. You had potential to stand beside me and rule.” He laughed. “You make it sound as if you were a queen selecting your king.” “You've become an extremely rude person, Edward. Excuse me please, I have guests who like my company.” She swept across the room in a rustle of material. 20
Treasure Found He was never as relieved as when she stomped to the door. She paused to straighten her dress, plastering the fake smile on her lips as she opened it. He slipped out a side door, running straight into Prescott. It was obvious he'd been drinking. Edward managed to direct him to a seating area in the back library. With the door closed, he sat quietly while the old man napped, thankful the room was empty and did not carry Lavinia’s perfume. **** Throughout the evening Lavinia held center stage, commanding everyone's attention. Edward noticed only a few other women were present, all older and obviously married. After a prolonged meal, he stepped outside on the front porch only to find Alex Prescott sitting in the cold at the far end of the porch, glass in hand. Edward lit a cheroot and sat beside him, trying to pretend he didn't see the man was crying. He had no words to offer, but dropped his arm over his shoulder. “Edward, you must take your leave. Lavinia has decided you’ll make her a perfect mate.” “She told me about that earlier promise. Surely it wasn’t sincere? And don’t I have a say in the matter, Mr. Prescott?” He chuckled, adding, “I explained to Lavinia that I'm promised to a young woman in Charleston.” “Sincere or not, that won't matter to her. You're the best of the lot this year. She’s turning spinster age and won’t allow it. Your stopping has given her hope she’ll not end up with some wet fish bowing to her every word. Though many have shied away after learning of her…bad temper.” Prescott straightened with a sigh. “She'll seduce you. Before you know it’s happened, you'll be married to Lavinia, regardless of your young lady down south.” Edward laughed. “I don't see that happening, Mr. Prescott.” The man seemed to sober. “You were a kind child, Edward. And your mother, she brought great comfort to my dear departed Lucy when we had our sadness here.” “I agree my mother was a kind and patient woman.” Edward puffed his cheroot, the taste warming in the crisp 21
Cheryl A. Cornell air. He hoped Prescott would elaborate on this “sadness.” “Yes, she was one of the few Lucy confided the truth in. She never told you?” “Told me of what? Mother kept her confidences.” “Of course she would. You were a young man learning the ways of the sea when the tragedy happened.” Curious, Edward still felt sympathy for the old man. “You need not discuss it with me, Mr. Prescott, if it makes you uncomfortable.” The smoke from his cheroot hung in the air around them, mixing with the alcohol Prescott drank. Edward had an image of running circles with other children over this porch and around the house in his young days, laughter ringing through the air. Now it was stagnant, with the stench of stress and decay. “No, Edward, I've never told a soul, ever. Somehow I feel you were sent here to be my confident.” Edward shifted on the hard porch. “Your conversations are safe with me, sir.” “You did know I have another child, a daughter? She was beautiful, too, but on the inside where it counts.” “I…thought my mother told me she died in a fire.” Edward dropped the cheroot and smashed it beneath his boot. “No. Not exactly. We…I…” Prescott slumped forward. “We hid her away. Zerinda was never allowed to attend Lavinia's birthday celebrations; she would not stand for it.” “I don't understand. She’s still alive?”
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Chapter Five “Ten years ago, on Lavinia's twentieth birthday, Zerinda was just ten. But already her inert kindness showed through. Lavinia went mad at the attention shown her, even though she was still a child. In truth, Lavinia had been jealous from the day Zerinda was born. Lucy and I decided it would ease because of their age differences; instead it festered deeper inside her.” Prescott drank from his glass, not measuring his words. “A rage overtook Lavinia. When the guests had gone to bed she went to Zerinda's room to tell her to keep away from her party. Zerinda was so young, so untutored and trusting.” “What happened?” Edward couldn't keep from asking. “Lavinia hollered until the whole house woke up; by then Zerinda was on fire, along with the bedding and carpeting in her room.” Alexander took a long breath, expelling it slowly as if envisioning the catastrophe. “I don't know what happened in the room for certain. When it was over, Zerinda was burned and lost her sight in one eye. Lavinia said her screaming was to wake everyone to help when she smelled smoke; but her mother and I always felt she'd set the fire on purpose.” Edward clenched his hands on the porch edge, trying not to show his horror. “The ironic part of the whole situation is that even scarred, Zerinda is still a kinder person at heart.” “You feel Lavinia set her sister on fire to scar her?” Edward had to be sure he heard the words properly. “Yes, God help me, yes. She couldn't stand anyone, even a child, taking the focus from her. It was our fault. We never punished her as a child. She grew up with the failings of money, cold and cruel, expecting to have her every want serviced.” He drank from the glass, emptying the contents before he continued. 23
Cheryl A. Cornell “Lucy died just two years later. She died of guilt, of not protecting Zerinda and spoiling Lavinia.” “Surely there were other health reasons?” “Ones we made public, yes.” There was no need for him to elaborate. Edward felt Lucy Prescott died of a broken heart, guilty as her husband said for not protecting her child. “Zerinda, where is she now?” He hoped Alexander would not see the distress on his expression or hear it in his voice. “She is banished to the far side of the island for the month. In the first years, Lucy took her away from the prying eyes while Lavinia had her Valentine's Day parties.” Alexander Prescott dropped his head to his hands. “After Lucy passed, Zerinda went without a companion. I didn’t have the stamina to change her mind, nor the strength to send along a maid after the first girl came back in a fit from Zerinda’s fury. I've never been able to talk her out of it since. It's like she leaves for the month to mourn in private.” “Surely as an adult she could stand to be looked at. Anyone who was a guest would know better than to stare.” Edward strained to keep the anger from his words. “Actually, she is still very beautiful even with her eye patched and scarred skin. She shines from the inside out, not the other way like Lavinia.” “Are you telling me, sir, in all this time neither Zerinda nor Lavinia ever admitted the truth?” The old man only shook his head, no words were needed. “Maybe they have dealt with the situation between them as women do sometimes.” He doubted this, but grasped at a small hope. “No. Zerinda stays silent to save me.” Prescott’s shoulders slumped even more. “I do not understand.” “Lavinia has managed to get a powerful hold of my money and holdings. She has the bankers and businessmen all thinking I have…bouts of complete madness.” His voice shook when he said the last. “I don’t believe it. Surely your legal team—” 24
Treasure Found “Lavinia has been very smart and cunning. She has managed to create quite a chest of secrets, and she has something on every one of them. None will stand against her.” He turned to look Edward in the eye. “It's not just that I am no longer willing or able to fight her, but once I go, I know she'll turn Zerinda out, penniless.” Edward rubbed his forehead, his thoughts racing. “Mr. Prescott—” “She has told me so directly, Edward. In a moment of cruel clarity she told me straight out, as soon as I die she’ll throw Zerinda off the island.” Edward glared back toward the house, the sounds of laughter. “There would be too many witnesses to do that, staff family and friends?” He saw Alexander Prescott had lost his zeal for life. He would pass soon, giving himself freedom from his shrew of a daughter. He'd seen the same thing happen many times. The patriarch had no will left to fight with. He simply tired of trying to live. Edward pulled himself back to the moment, realizing Alexander watched him. “Poor Edward, you came as a politeness and now have most likely had Lavinia proposition you. Now you’ve listened to an old man rage on about a past he can't change, didn't change when he could have.” “Does Zerinda know Lavinia's plans?” “Yes, she says she only stays now to protect me. She's afraid some accident will befall me if she leaves.” Edward took out his tinder box and lit another cheroot, almost burning his fingers. “You must have provided for her off the island in readiness.” Alexander bowed his head. “No. Lavinia took control before I could make arrangements.” He stood and plodded away, leaving Edward on the cold porch, disappearing onto the foggy front lawn.
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Chapter Six Edward stayed the night, careful to lock his door from Lavinia sneaking in. Ready before breakfast, he had her present waiting at the table until she appeared. Again dressed in red and white, as was the entire lower level of the home, she clashed against herself and her surroundings. He decided last night, while lying awake in the strange bed, that she’d turned the home into a mock fantasy of what she thought love was supposed to be. Instead, she managed to make the whole place look and smell more like a bordello. Anxious to leave, Edward would have if not for his need to see Alexander one more time. They had a quick word in the library before the other guests came down. As Lavinia took her place at the head of the long table, Edward stood, walking slowly towards her, his arm extended. “A gift for your birthday, Lavinia. I do hope your wishes come true.” He wondered whether she would make a scene in front of her other guests. She gave him a sickening sweet smile, obviously for show as her eyes narrowed for only his view. “How wonderful of you to remember me, Captain Ormond.” “I do hope you like your gift. I have fond memories of the beautiful gardens here at Prescott house.” He watched fascinated as she made a big affair of opening the gift. She noted what was inside and seemed to take a moment, deciding how to react. “Why, Edward, these bulbs will make a lovely addition to our gardens this year.” She gave him a brittle smile. “Thank you for thinking of me.” “I fear I must leave your hospitality, ma'am.” He had to force himself to look into those malicious eyes after what Prescott told him. “My ship waits, as does business. I cannot stay to celebrate your birth on its true day.” 26
Treasure Found “I understand. Your courtesy to call on us was appreciated.” It took all his strength not to laugh at her carefully worded statements. He moved away, taking Alexander's hand between his, hoping Lavinia would not leave her guests at the table to show him out. On his way from the house to the harbor, Edward laughed aloud, deciding the delicate bulbs he’d gifted her would never grow in the garden of her evil person. The crew was assembled and waiting for him when he arrived, not asking questions when he directed them back south to the deserted harbor where they'd anchored a day earlier. **** Zerinda saw his ship in the distance, hoping on one hand that he would sail past, on the other he might stop to say goodbye. Those were the musings of a woman who'd fallen in love at first sight. She understood she’d never interest a world traveled man like Edward Ormond. But that didn't mean she couldn't dream about it. And dream she did, fantasizing every moment since she sent him back to the ship what it would be like to be loved by him. When she realized his ship was dropping anchor she started to panic. To have him come a second time must mean there was news from home. She took a deep breath. Whatever information he brought she would handle. At least today she was dressed, her gown a sturdy blue wool. While she might be slightly out of fashion—in her selfimposed exile she’d forgone corsets and panniers, the bulk in the tiny cottage awkward—at least today she would not greet him in her nightdress. She forced herself to walk along the beachfront, knowing he would come ashore in the same area he had before. By meeting him there, she decided it would make it easier for him to leave once he delivered his message. She was not prepared for the warmth that filled her when this handsome man approached her and smiled. “Miss Prescott, it is lovely to see you again.” “Captain Ormond, to what do I owe the pleasure of a second visit?” “I've brought you some supplies, ma’am. Perhaps we could go to your cottage and have tea over our 27
Cheryl A. Cornell discussions.” “I appreciate the tea, sir.” She had to look away from his radiant smile. “But what discussions could we possibly have?” “You will be surprised, Zerinda, trust me, happily surprised.” **** She watched him from the corner of her eye as she waited for the water to heat. When she was in exile, Zerinda let necessities of propriety slip, like changing into her nightdress after an afternoon swim. Even her tea had suffered. With a careful step around the bench where he sat, she moved to the sea chest, unwrapping the fine bone china pot her mother had brought to the cottage so many years ago. She polished it with the cloth it was stored in, wasting time so as not to look at him. After warming up the pot with hot water, she emptied it and made a pot using the tea he brought. “It smells wonderful. Thank you, Edward.” “You're welcome.” “How is my father?” “Aged…I’m afraid.” She knew he observed her with a keen eye and it made her hands unsteady. Her reaction to him was inexperience and confusion, all mixed with what she now understood as lust. “But he is well?” “Yes, of course; but a bit worried about you being alone here.” “You told him you met me? How could you? I specifically asked you not to tell him.” Under her breath she muttered blast and damn, realizing he heard her. She pulled back her tone, resorting to bunching her hands at her sides before using them to gesture with. “I did not break my promise, Zerinda. He spoke openly about you.” She spun to face him, spilling a bit of the precious tea leaves on the dirt floor. “I didn't ask him, he asked my confidence.” Zerinda wasn't sure why, but it rang true. Edward was someone you trusted. Hadn't she? She'd taken one look at him peeking into the cottage three nights ago, and 28
Treasure Found instantly gave him her confidence. “He is fearful for your future. He told me of Lavinia's plans to send you from the island at his passing. He knows she managed to take control of his fortune. He had no time to make arrangements for you off the island when the time comes. It has him quite worried.” “He worries too much. I can earn a salary with my sewing. I've made Zerinda's Gowns for years. I have an island woman sell them in the market.” “All the same, he is worried.” Edward’s gaze turned sad. “He hasn't much longer, Zerinda.” “I know.” Her throat tightened. “But mainly because he no longer has the strength to fight Lavinia.” “Nobody has that kind of strength, except for you. How you managed all these years I'll never understand.” “We all do what is necessary to survive. “You have been doing it for ten years. Have you never wanted to strike back against her, to hurt her as she has burned you?” She gasped and spun to face him again. “Who told you?” “Your father. He also said you never confirmed it, but deep inside he knows the fire that scarred you was no accident.” Zerinda returned to the tea, placing the two dented mugs on the table before sitting across from him. “It would do no good to tell anyone now; it’s long past and over.” “You let her win, Zerinda. Was it fear?” She felt as if he taunted her, careful to pronounce no in as normal a pitch as possible. “Then what?” “It matters not.” She wrapped her fingers around the warm mug. “Yes it does, to our futures.” “Our futures? Together?” Zerinda wasn’t sure she’d heard him right and flushed hot when the words tumbled out. “Yes, our futures. Don't sound so surprised. You know as well as I we made a connection here in this very cottage.” His dark eyes drew her in. “I saw it on your face, felt it deep within myself. Never before did I realize what 29
Cheryl A. Cornell true love felt like.” “Don't jest, Edward.” She tried to plaster a smile on her lips to assume his joke, but found she couldn't. “I'm serious. Do you think it was easy for me to leave you? One kiss and my fate was sealed; so was yours, whether you admit it now or not.” She bought time to compose herself, sipping her tea. The blend was lovely, full-bodied with a floral hint. She tried to change the subject. “The tea is delicious. I’m enjoying it.” “I'm glad you like it, it's my personal blend. I drink it regularly.” He moved his hand across the table as if to touch her. She sat back, out of reach. “You have good taste.” He nodded, accepting her compliment. “Do you know true beauty comes from within, Zerinda? Have you not learned that your scar isn't terrible? You’re a beautiful woman in your own right. I see a scar and your eye covered. I don’t see a disfigurement outwardly, only internally where you still carry your wounds.” “Yes, it is a wounding of sorts.” The sadness she’d struggled to keep at bay trickled back. “Having someone you love and trust seemingly harm you without reason.” “Your sister is a cruel, vindictive woman.” “Yes, but still my sister.” “Family isn’t always what you wish for. You say you remember my mother was a kind and generous woman. In many ways she was.” He curled up his fingers. “To me she was a disappointment.” “What do you mean?” She forgot to be shy and watched him. “She never told me about my father, about his true identity. I learned it from cruel children. Had she prepared me I would have faired better. The truth is freeing, lies only breed resentment.” “We are who we are.” She gripped her mug, sloshing the liquid. “And we must accept what our lot in this life is.” Edward’s eyes widened. “No, it's a part of your past, part of the person you've become.” “I am simply a survivor, that's all.” She gulped the remainder of her tea. 30
Treasure Found “Yes, like me, only in a different way.” His scrutiny made her shiver. “I don't understand you?” “You will, Zerinda, with time.” She stood, stirred up the fire to keep the cottage warm, then refilled their mugs. Settled across the table again, she wondered whether she’d been so obvious about her feelings, when to herself she felt she used restraint. “I thought I masked my feelings well with you.” “It was a mutual attraction. We saw each other and sparks flew.” He grimaced at his words. “I mean…” “It's all right, Edward, I know what you mean.” Zerinda touched a finger to her scar. “There will always be references to fire in general.” “As there will always be references to my parentage.” “I remember your mother, she was a lovely woman. She was very kind to my mother after the…accident.” “You mean after your sister set you on fire in a jealous rage.” Fury simmered in his stare. She hopped to her feet, wanting only to escape. Edward lunged forward, trapping her body against the closed door with the length of his. “I like you better in your dressing gown, not so much material between us.” He brushed his fingers along her face, cheek and chin, her neck and the top of her breasts. Her nipples puckered under his touch. Zerinda let her head drop back against the wooden door, allowing Edward to touch her as no other had. With each stroke of his fingers she came alive inside and out, each touch almost excruciating in its simplicity. A low moan escaped her throat when he dropped his hands and stepped back. “Before we become intimate, I must know. Why did you never tell anyone Lavinia burnt you?” “You just assume we’ll be intimate?” Zerinda’s heart pounded. “Why can't you let that business with Lavinia alone? It's long over, let it die.” “Because the look on your face tells me you carry such sorrow something else is going on; but I don't know what, and I need to.” “If I tell you the truth you'll think badly of me.” “I couldn’t possibly.” 31
Cheryl A. Cornell Zerinda raised her head watching him, realizing once she did, he’d want nothing to do with her. “I will tell you the truth because it will send you on your way, a free man.” She moved away, walking to stand before the fire with her back to him. Even though the fire blazed and the temperature was warm, she stroked her shoulders. “In the beginning, I was too sick to tell anyone. When Lavinia realized I would survive, she came back to me, threatening me. She swore she would kill our mother and father if I ever told anyone she started the fire.” She felt him behind her, felt his heat as he approached. His hands clasped over hers on her upper arms. “Surely, as you aged, you could have told your parents.” Against her will, Zerinda burst into tears. She could no longer hold back the ugly truth. Her head dropped, her voice was low, merely a whisper. “I tried, when I was twelve. I told my mother and…and she died.” “You don't believe your mother died because you told her the truth about your accident?” He caressed his fingers over her arms. “Yes I do, Edward. She confronted Lavinia and two weeks later, she was dead.” “And you carry this guilt with you the past eight years?” “It is my burden to bear. I caused her death, and I've not had the courage to tell Papa the truth about either situation.” “Your father knows the truth, Zerinda. He’s a much smarter man than you give him credit for.” Zerinda turned and looked up at Edward. She wanted to believe his words, needed to believe he told her the truth. If he did, somehow she would feel relieved, although still responsible. “I’m sorry for all your sorrows. Why not make us another pot of tea and we'll talk.” His smile warmed her, his eyes kind, looking at her as if he saw into her soul. “Edward, I've told you everything, now it's time for you to go. You're free to start your life where ever you choose and harbor no guilt of your own for situations not 32
Treasure Found of your making.” She pushed past him. “I suppose now you have no interest in Lavinia?” She wished she hadn’t asked this, didn’t want to sound envious. “To hear Lavinia’s side of it, you’d think she'd been waiting the last ten years for me to come back and marry her.” He laughed. “She even threw herself into my lap.” Zerinda spun on her heel to look at him. She found she was unable to keep a smile from her lips, her mind conjuring up visions of Lavinia’s seduction. “She always gets what she wants. Her suitors have been disappointing. You would be a grand success for her.” “No, Zerinda. I did not kiss her, nor was I blinded by her charms, none of which she showed to me,” he said, as if he read her mind. “In truth, I believe I managed to annoy her completely.” He laughed once more. Zerinda found herself smiling with him, something she hadn’t done in far too long.
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Chapter Seven Edward knew she couldn't hide behind a mug of tea forever. He decided he'd just wait her out along with her solemn mood. In actuality, he found her quiet comforting. He'd always been a man of few words; Lavinia’s chatter would drive him mad. Zerinda would fit nicely into his lifestyle. While he told the Prescotts he was betrothed to a lady in Charleston, he hadn't meant it literally, rather figuratively, as the town itself had captured his heart. This trip to Bath was more than for the rest, it was to close loose ends. The house was already rented to a seemingly stable family who farmed his lands with skill and purpose. He'd extend their lease and sail south to a new life. Having Zerinda accompany him as his wife would be productive in many ways beyond social or sexual. Although the sexual side of the situation had him aroused from the moment he'd seen her approaching on the beach earlier. While his mind was clear, his heart was anxious for her decisions. “Will you marry me, Miss Prescott?” Zerinda’s head snapped up to view him, disbelief on her face. “Excuse me?” “Rather clumsy of me, I admit, but concise and to the point.” Edward cleared his throat before continuing. “You see, Zerinda, the moment I first saw you—” “You mean when you were spying on me.” “Yes, spying on you with good cause. In that very moment, I knew my life had changed.” “That was before you saw my scars.” She traced a finger near her eye patch. “This conversation is taking place after I’ve seen your scars, after we've met and spent time together.” He reached over and eased her hand from her face. “Very little time, Mr. Ormond.” Zerinda stared down 34
Treasure Found at her lap. “Enough time.” He gripped her hand, the softness of her skin. “You kissed me and wanted more. You're attracted to me as I am to you.” “But…” “Throughout history marriages have been built on less.” “Edward, there must be other suitable women who would make you a better wife.” She met his eyes again. “I want you for my wife.” “I've never considered marriage. It's never been something I aspired to.” “No, you'd rather quake from Lavinia's hold the rest of your days.” “Damn you, Edward.” She pulled her hand free. “You've no right to judge me.” He laughed out loud and saw anger mar her features. “I adore it when you forget to guard your tongue.” Edward moved beside her, sitting on the edge of the bench. She stiffened and twisted her hands together in her lap. He leaned back against the table, his legs stretched out before him, his arms crossed over his stomach so he wouldn't stray and touch her again. “Do you at least like me a bit, Zerinda?” He watched a blush race along her throat to her cheeks. “Ahh, you are attracted…or at least enamored.” “You're a very handsome man, Edward, you know that.” “That has nothing to do with it. Did you enjoy my touch?” He couldn’t help it. His right arm lifted to move the hair hiding her face. She was expressionless, too serious. “It's not a death sentence.” “No, of course not.” She stood and walked away. “This would be a horrible joke, Captain Ormond.” “This is not a joking matter. Our futures are too important.” “Why would you want to marry me, a woman you hardly know?” She drew a deep breath. “Infatuation will fade and I don't need to be rescued, contrary to my father's fears.” “If anyone needed to be rescued it's me.” He said it 35
Cheryl A. Cornell softly. “I don't understand you, Edward.” He heard the exasperation in her voice and knew her fear stunted her emotions. “Let's take a walk outside while the sun still shines.” He stood and moved beside her. Taking her cape from the door peg, he draped it over her shoulders, sliding her hair from under its confines. He didn't draw up the hood to cover her face. **** Edward thought the fresh air would clear his mind, allowing him to find the right words. Instead, he hugged her shoulder, drawing her closer. He pointed to his ship anchored not far away. The breeze smelled like salt. “You see the Independence, she is my home. Bath was my mother's home where I grew up. I worked long and hard to raise the capital to buy this ship. “I refused all offers of help from any of my mother's family or my father's previous business associates. Staying clear of them has taken most of my energy, above running the ship and her business. I've been successful because I set goals and obtain them. I'm a very persistent man.” She smiled, choking back a laugh. “At least you see my humorous side.” “And what do you see in me, beyond the physical?” Her hair swirled around her face. “I see a woman who is strong in body and mind, who would take the side of right. You're quick to smile when you forget to be anxious.” “And I curse like a sailor.” Zerinda laughed, finally relaxing against his body. “That too. You’re not a mimic of all these women who dress to flaunt themselves, but never get their hands dirty or muss their hairstyle. I can't remember the last time a woman stood on the shore with me, letting her hair flow free, as opposed to worrying about her appearance.” “I'm just a woman, Edward, not a saint.” “Definitely not a saint, but my savior.” He sighed. “I've been looking for you all over the world and here you are, waiting on the beach in my own backyard.” “What do you see as my functions in being…your wife?” 36
Treasure Found “Beyond the obvious?” He laughed to hide his excitement that she considered his proposal. “I'd like you to live aboard the Independence with me, when we aren’t in Charleston, and share my journeys.” “And if I get seasick?” They both laughed at her question, until he realized she was somewhat serious. “I have a cure for that, too.” Edward pulled her tighter, kissing her with no bounds. Whether it was a challenge to her or him didn't matter anymore, but she didn’t resist. He squeezed her closer, his free hand slipping to her waist, tugging her over his erection. She slid against him, wrapping her arms behind his neck, accepting what he offered, taking when he held back. Soon she was kissing him, sucking his tongue between her lips. Zerinda’s hand dropped to his, pulling it from her waist to cover her breast. A groan escaped his throat. **** Zerinda knew she encouraged his outrageous behavior and didn't care. The heat he kindled within her was new and thrilling, a heady feeling she didn't want to relinquish. With one of his large hands behind her neck and the other molded to her breast, she tilted back her head, sighing at the feel of his touch. For long moments they stayed that way on the beach. Tongues battled, lips pressing, his hand fingering her nipple to a degree of hardness she'd never known. With each tug of his fingers, her lower lips became heavy with need never before imagined. Zerinda took a step back, watching his face, waiting for his reaction. What she saw was a man she’d fallen in love with at first sight. Eventually, he’d decide she would not make him a good wife. When that happened, she’d be disappointed, but would try to keep his needs in mind. “Edward, if you have sex with me now and still want to marry me after, I'll consent.” The words sprang from her lips. Zerinda desired one last memory of him. His eyes clouded with passion, now widened. “Wouldn't you rather wait for the sacrament of marriage?” “No. After the ceremony you couldn't walk away.” She studied his every nuance as she nudged at the sand 37
Cheryl A. Cornell with her shoe. A seagull squawked overhead. “I promise you, Zerinda, I will not walk away, whether we make love before or after our ceremony.” His arms still around her, he hugged her to him. The man was exasperating. She thought to scare him off with her forwardness, but only brought out his practical side. “Where did you plan to have this marriage, Edward?” “I propose we marry at the helm of the Independence. We should start our lives where we will live them.” “This is all going so fast.” She looked out toward the ship again, bobbing in the water, trying to focus her jumbled thoughts. “I don't know what to believe anymore.” “Life is fleeting. We must take advantage of everything we can.” Zerinda discerned no real right or wrong to the situation. There would be benefits from the marriage. In the back of her mind she knew there would be times of strife. Drawing from his arms, she missed his warmth instantly. She wandered away a few steps to clear her mind, near the foam left by the surf. “Your crew, what would they think about you bringing your wife aboard?” “My crew is just that, hired help with benefits of travel and wealth for a hard day’s work. I own the Independence and am her Captain. Anyone who forgets that can find positions elsewhere.” “That’s easy to say now, I’m not aboard.” She fingered her cape. “Does your crew not think your stops here are a bit odd?” “No. My first, Duncan Ives, is in charge. He knows the reason I’m here, to convince the woman I’ve fallen in love with to marry me.” “And he has no doubts?” “Probably, but none he’d speak aloud unless directly to me. In fact, he felt bringing you aboard would make them realize just how important their jobs are.” “You’ve put me in an awkward position. If I don’t marry you, you’ll look the fool for this folly.” “But you will, Zerinda.” Moving behind her, he placed his hand on her 38
Treasure Found shoulder, a touch she began to crave. She let her body drift back against his, taking his warmth, feeling his hardness against her buttocks. If only she were just any normal woman, without outward scars, then she’d be free to make decisions with different criteria. But she wasn’t a normal girl, and neither was Edward a typical man when she thought it through. She let her hand glide down behind her, feeling his erection, startled when it pulsed against her touch. His groan was all but lost in the sound of the waves pounding against the sand. “Come inside with me, your crew can see us from the ship.” She drew away from his body, extending her hand to him. The smile on his face gave her all the courage she needed. Inside the small disintegrating cottage, he dropped several logs on the fire before turning to watch her. “Kiss me, Edward; make me believe it will all turn out for the good.” “It would be my pleasure, Zerinda.”
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Chapter Eight Zerinda smiled when he stepped beside her and drew her face towards his. He danced his tongue along her lips, making her soften against him, molding to his every muscle and move. She led them towards the small cot, pushing his coat from his shoulders. Careful to place it on a bench, she traced along the gold braid trim. Fingers trembling, she knew what happened here today could never be undone. As if reading her mind, Edward gathered her in his arms. His kiss was tender, almost a light tease. When she let her hand slip along his torso, feeling his muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt, the sensation emboldened her. Never before had she felt the heat of a man's body against her. Never before had she felt strange stirrings deep within her: an inner pull from her belly to her lower lips, full and needy with a want she could not define. “Kiss me, Edward. You awaken wonderful feelings within me. They seem to have a want of their own I cannot control.” She let her hand drop to his crotch, rubbing along the extended fabric, feeling his sharp intake of breath against her. “Is that not right?” “It's just right. You are truly my treasure found, Zerinda; my heart's desire. I've waited for all my life. Touch me the way you want to, the way your body tells you to.” “I don't know for certain what I need or want.” “We shall find it together through the coming years.” His mouth covered hers, kissing away her words. Her thoughts faded with his lips now trailing along her neck. Her simple chemise under her wool gown gave him access to explore. He caressed her flesh, her body steaming. In a flurry of hands and kisses she bared her breasts. His lips followed, suckling her until her body betrayed her needs, aroused from the attention. Unfamiliar with the feeling he created within her, all she knew was she 40
Treasure Found wanted more without delay. In the dimming light of day, impatient to rid Edward of his trousers, Zerinda pushed them down his thighs and roamed her hands over his warm skin. His groan gave her courage and she slipped her hand in front of him, capturing his erect penis, feeling him surge in her palm. It was a heady feeling, realizing she could control his arousal to a degree. His skin felt like warm velvet. With his mouth to her breast, he groped along her thighs and bunched the material of her skirt to raise it from between them. His body against hers made her want more, allowed her to explore him as far as she could reach. Her sigh made Edward lift his head, relinquishing his tug against her nipple. She groaned. “Edward, don't stop; you make me feel things I don't understand, but…feel like I can never live without.” “That's called lust, my dear fiancée. Something we’ll explore together in the coming years. Right now, if you keep touching me that way, you will make me lose my control.” “Lose your control. Show me what I need to make you a proper wife.” Zerinda feared she would never be a proper wife to any man, yet Edward made it seem she’d be perfect for him. She had no second thoughts about the act or the repercussions, only the craving to make him feel pleasure. He alternated kissing her breasts and her lips, while his hands learned her body, tugging material out of the way as he stroked. When he danced his fingers along her thigh, her response was to close them against his ministrations. He slid lower along her body and she couldn’t. His movement stirred the cool air over her flesh, naked from the waist up. This boldness, bared to him, gave her a strange warmth. Now she understood how some women succumbed to the wanton side of life. She’d become Edward’s whore without guilt. She found it difficult to think with his fingers making patterns against her inner thighs, confused if she should stop him, yet not wanting to. Whatever happened between them in the future, this one time was purely for them to 41
Cheryl A. Cornell share. Zerinda felt his breath against her curls, accepting his intent. As if reading her mind, he moved his hands to her hips. His touch gentle, he held her in place and lowered his head, his lips a mere whisper of contact against her. With one touch of his tongue she surrendered to his knowledge, aching to please him as he released her. “Edward, let me touch you. I can't reach you here.” “Later. I've wanted to do this since I first saw you. Relax and trust me, I won't ever hurt you.” Zerinda tried to relax, yet his touch made her squirm against him wanting more, unable to verbalize the need. He continued to tease along her lips making her quake from deep within as she felt the tip of his finger follow the same path. With motions of her own desire, she all but impaled herself on his finger; taking him deeper inside her, she felt for the first time her body shudder in climax. She’d heard of be physical pleasure, but the intensity and her reaction surprised her. She couldn't stop her body moving, craving to feel him deeper within her walls. As if understanding her confusion, he rose above her, pausing to kiss her mouth, sharing her own essence with her. What once might have scandalized, she now yearned for, licking his lips to taste herself further. Determined to give him the same pleasure, she reached down and clasped him. “Later, we will explore me. For now, let me have you.” Without her verbal consent, he lowered his body between her thighs, taking long strokes of his tongue against her lips, creating the warmth a second time. Just when she thought she could stand no more, he moved his position. Raising above her, he rested his forearms beside her head, moving her chin to view him. “You are going to marry me aren't you, Zerinda?” “Yes, anything you want, just don't stop. Satisfy this new need you’ve created in me.” “I will, my treasure. It will only hurt for a moment, I promise. From then on, I’ll give you nothing but pleasure.” Before his words registered in her mind, she felt him probing at her entrance, his hardness separating her slick lips. Penetrating her where his finger had, he stretched 42
Treasure Found her beyond what she thought her body could bear. Edward’s mouth closed over hers, swallowing her cry and confusion when he pushed completely within her walls. He held her tight while her reflex would have shoved him away. After only a moment of sharp pain, she felt warm and liquid, needy for more. He slowly drew back. She groped to hold him in place. His whisper of “Relax, Zee, just feel,” gave her solace to take what he offered, to find the rhythm with him, understanding his intentions. When he pushed within her, she sighed. When he pulled back, she groaned until she was caught up in the movements, her body ignoring her mind. What she once thought was lewd, she now understood could be wonderful if done with the right person. “Edward, I need…” “What do you need, Zee?” “I don’t know. I just know I need.” Zerinda’s face heated and she didn’t care. After being bared to his sight, allowing him to kiss and stroke her, urging him to invade her, she had no false modesty left, only a need to be satisfied. “Your pleasure, Edward, how do I pleasure you?” Her voice sounded strange even to her ears, the husky tone punctuated with a gasp each time he pulled from her body. “You pleasure me by allowing me to touch you, to love you.” He shifted over her, taking her knees in his hands as if to balance himself as he drove deep inside. She felt his muscles tense. He surged within her walls fuller, deeper, until she forgot about his pleasure and took hers. Bright pin point lights danced on her closed eyelids. Her body reacted to his touch, realizing this was the culmination of their act—sobering and exhilarating at the same time. Her body seemed to understand before she did, clasping his penis within her walls, holding him in place, feeling him tense one last time before releasing his need. Edward’s struggle for breath, his body covered with a thin layer of sweat, proved he’d found pleasure. He didn’t collapse on top of her, rather let her legs relax down, his 43
Cheryl A. Cornell weight coming to rest on his forearms, now close to her head. He kissed her, his lips taking hers on a ride of sensation and emotion. Obviously sated, he rolled beside her on the tiny bed. Zerinda was suddenly embarrassed by everything she’d let him do, what she did. Lying naked beside him, his arm draped over her, she wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Her mind remained adrift with the new sensations he created with her, within her. Zerinda knew she could become addicted to this touch, to the release he treated her to. If ever she wanted to have something permanent, it was Edward and the way he made her feel feminine and beautiful at the same time.
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Cheryl A. Cornell Just the way you mold to my body, how our breathing has become rhythmic.” He explored her belly, the curve of her breasts, weighing one in his hand. Her nipple came alive at the anticipation of his touch. That same strange feeling simmered inside her. Zerinda reached down between their bodies, her fingers learning the feel of his skin. His penis was hard, almost too big for her hand to encircle. Edward groaned a vote of confidence. His flesh warm to her palm, she caressed him between her fingers. The texture of his skin felt different from the rest she touched, solid yet silky. “Zerinda, if you keep doing that I'll break my promise not to hurt you again.” When he kissed along her neck she grasped him harder. “You called me Zee previously, why?” “Do you mind? It just felt right in the moment.” “Nobody ever called me that before.” “Then I will be the first. Just between us. When I use it, you'll know I'm thinking about making love to you, no matter where we are or who is around us.” “You make it all sound so easy, while we both know it won't be simple.” “All right, Zerinda, let us talk out your fears and be rid of them.” He raised his head to look at her. “It would make me feel better.” She drew a breath but did not release his penis. “Lavinia will make trouble.” “Lavinia’s reach does not extend as far as she might realize. Once off Ocracoke, she is just another person in the world, nothing special.” “We had better not be the ones to bring that to her attention.” She laughed, not sharing her instant vision of Lavinia’s temper tantrum. “What of my father?” “Your father has been failing for some time. He will go to his maker with a light heart knowing his beautiful Zerinda is happily married to a man who loves her.” She stared up into his tender expression. “Do you love me, Edward?” “Yes, I've come to terms with it; have decided not to fight it.” He winked at her. “Once I set eyes on you, I knew it was right between us.” “What about my appearance, it will cause attention.” She resisted the urge to touch her face. “The more I try to 46
Treasure Found hide my scars, the more people stare at me. And my eye patch will certainly bring whispers about your father's reputation.” “When you become the confident woman I see, people will look past your patch and scar.” He kissed her forehead. “The ones who don't are at a loss for not knowing you personally.” Zerinda couldn't help but smile, wanting to believe him. “I don't think I can live aboard your ship and be the height of fashion with petticoats and corsets.” “What's wrong with the way you were dressed today? You look lovely to me. Comfort and practicality must prevail when we’re aboard ship.” “You have an answer for everything.” “Not everything.” He looked away from her. His hesitation made her uncomfortable. She stopped the slow motions her hand made over his silky skin. A shutter slapped against the outside of the cottage. “Do you think one day you’ll come to love me?” “Oh, Edward, I do already.” She touched her other hand to his face, near his serious dark eyes. “I did the moment I spied you at the helm of your ship. I knew when you were watching me. Somehow…I wanted to be with you.” “Then it is settled.” He smiled. “Tomorrow we’ll marry and sail to Bath to finish my business there. Then on to Charleston were we will find a home and settle down to raise our own family. When we’re not sailing, of course.” “Edward, you want children?” Her pulse quickened. “Indeed, if we’re blessed with them.” He rubbed along her belly. “I didn't know how to ask.” She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. “Bluntly, when we are alone.” He laughed. “In public, a bit more restrained I would think.” His empty stomach rumbled. “Excuse me, now that it's mentioned, I could do with a cup of tea. If we go any further, I won’t be able to control myself.” He gave her a light kiss on her cheek and pulled away from her fingers. Zerinda watched him move around the small cottage, his nakedness not a factor between them. She lay on the 47
Cheryl A. Cornell cot, acknowledging she should rise to get his tea. “Will you hand me my dress, please.” He looked at her discarded dress and then to the night gown hanging on the peg behind the door. He handed her the thin silky gown. She felt her cheeks burn, but pulled it over her head, trying to find the armholes, nervous with him watching. “I'll get the cheese and bread,” she said, stumbling around him. Edward snatched the bread and cheese and placed them on the table. He caught her about the waist and pulled her to sit on the bench before him. “You will get used to me, used to being close. Now tell me about your childhood while we eat.” “But you're…you are aroused.” Zerinda felt it press into her back. “Yes, definitely. It will subside temporarily.” “Maybe after supper, I can help.” “You're a quick learner.” He kissed her earlobe and tightened his arms around her. “When I touch you, it will be because I want to, not because you want me to. What ever goes on behind our closed door is between us only, forever.” “That is the way it should be. I want you to keep your personality, the one I fell in love with. I don't expect you to cave to what society considers appropriate.” He groped his fingers between her thighs. “We will decide that together.” “Damn you, Edward,” she whispered, turning in his arms to press her lips to his. The feel of his fingers stroking against her lower lips brought back the persistent heat he triggered earlier. “Food can wait…” “I agree, food can wait.” **** Zerinda understood there might never be another time in her life like this one. Edward’s touch made her forget proper etiquette, made her feel feminine for the first time. Pressed against him with his fingers still stroking her, she yearned to experience all he could give her. In the back of her thoughts she still had the fleeting worry he’d change his mind. In a bold move, she slipped from the bench to her 48
Treasure Found knees, leaving her level with his erection. For long moments she simply stared, watched how it moved with every breath he took. She had no real forethought, only the want to know him in this most intimate way. She watched his penis surge as she gently touched his foreskin. With each movement, she forgot her inexperience and embarrassment. Zerinda stroked him, acknowledging the difference in texture of the dark curling hair surrounding his erection from that of the soft hair on his chest. When she glanced up she saw Edward had dropped back his head, his eyes closed, a small grin on his lips. He stretched his arms behind him on the bench, supporting his weight. Because his legs straddled it, she had complete access to him. An invigorating emotion filled her when she realized she could bring him such pleasure. Whether it was proper or not, she wanted this one time to be complete. She lowered her head to just a breath away from his penis and reached out with the tip of her tongue, tentative and unsure. Edward’s groan of approval urged her on. At first, she gently licked him until he surged against her lips; her mouth opened to accept him inside. Now she forgot to be nervous, as his arousal became obvious. She lapped at the drop of clear fluid escaping his tip, tasting him for the first time. The scent of their loving still clung to his skin. With each upward path of her lips she took a breath, expelling it as she swallowed him, trusting he’d not force her beyond her curiosity. “Zerinda, if you keep doing that you will make me explode.” She looked up and realized he joked, yet was serious at the same time. “How do I make you explode, Edward?” As the words left her lips she knew she truly meant it, desiring to give him the same pleasures he’d shown her earlier. “Zee, your lips and your hands will make me come.” Increasing her touch with her lips and fingers, soon his body tensed. She leaned back. A fountain of cum pumped from his penis. Her hand kept stroking, all but milking him dry. While her fingers sought out the warm droplets on his stomach, she let her mouth close over him, 49
Cheryl A. Cornell tasting and cleaning him at the same time. Energized when kissing him, Zerinda’s own heat simmered as she brought him to release. He was still erect in her hand and with abandon she stood, one hand stroking him. Bunching her gown out of the way, she slid onto his erection. She gripped his shoulders while his hands wrapped around her waist, guiding her in the short repetitive movements she began to learn. With Edward’s lips to her breast, his suckling felt different through the cloth gown, reached deep with in her, her womb clasping his erection in a similar rhythm. Zerinda let her head drop back on her shoulders, forgetting to try and hide her scars, just taking what he gave her as a gift. The internal throbbing overtook her. She knew she’d peak again, not caring how she looked, working towards the culmination she relished. Her inner warmth flooded around him, leaving no question as to her climax. Edward didn't give her time to think. He drew her in his arms and placed her across the table with her legs straddling him. His new stance placed his erection in a different position, starting her at the beginning, the heat rebuilding inside her. He maneuvered her gown out of his way to expose her skin to his touch. His movements more urgent than earlier, she tried to match him stroke for stroke. She closed her eyes. The pin point lights sparkled beneath her eyelids. Her body clenched him again before she collapsed under him. He withdrew from her and stroked himself only twice before releasing his fluid along her belly. “Stay here a moment and catch your breath.” He kissed her forehead. As he moved from her, she suddenly felt cold. Now embarrassed, she fumbled to cover herself, her gown crumpled up around her waist and pulled from her shoulders. “Just a minute, Zee.” He returned with the soft cloth, wiping her belly clean, gently using similar motions on her lower lips. She stayed lying across the table, watching as he wiped his genitals. Accepting his outstretched hand, she rose to her feet, her shoulder blades and hips sore from the hard 50
Treasure Found surface. Edward wrapped his arms around her. She melted into his warm body, the feeling of being loved and cherished like none she’d ever experienced. Zerinda swore she would never forget this moment, no matter what happened in her future. Drawing back, Edward pushed her hair from her face, smiling at her. “Have I earned my supper now?” He laughed, breaking the tension that might have occurred between them. “I suppose I should feed you if I expect to get anything else from you tonight.” Zerinda found himself smiling as she straightened her wrinkled gown and tried to tie back her hair. Edward dropped several logs on the burnt down embers of the fire, placing the kettle to heat. She appreciated the incongruity of their having tea on the same table where he just made love to her. Afraid they might be awkward together, she settled into their conversation. He spoke about life aboard the Independence and she forgot to be nervous, asking more questions than he could answer. When the bread and cheese were long gone, he moved the small cot before the roaring fire, drawing her down to lie beside him, his arm protectively around her waist. “Sleep, Zerinda, tomorrow will be a long day.” “Actually, I think it is today Edward. It’s well into the morning hours.” “Happy Valentine's Day, Zerinda. You’ve made me very happy.” “I hope to continue making you happy for the rest of our days.” She nestled against him, now secure in his love. “We will both work together towards that goal.” His hand strayed from her waist to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her groan was all the incentive he needed to tug her under him, letting her feel his hardness while his lips kissed her in an invitation rather than a sign of rest.
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Chapter Ten In the distance, Zerinda caught sight of a second ship that looked ready to anchor next to the Independence. They stood outside the cottage. His body sheltered her from the cold wind. “Edward, another ship approaches.” “Yes, that will be Captain Larsen. We met in Port yesterday. He has agreed to marry us. It’s quite legal for a ship’s captain to marry us.” “You mean he is here to marry us now?” She gaped at him. “This is all going so fast. I'm not sure you understand the choices you make now will surely haunt you for the rest of your days.” He squeezed her against him. “I will only be haunted if you refuse me.” “Do you expect me to marry you and leave without telling Father?” “Actually, I spoke with your father the morning before I left. He thinks it's a wise decision for both of us. While he would have preferred to attend the ceremony, he decided it would be best not to. And to ease your mind, I did have to convince him I'd be worthy of your hand, that my feelings were true and I was capable of taking care of you.” “You spoke with my father before speaking with me?” Her anxiety, her insecurity, rose up again. “It would seem you’ve put me in an awkward position. If I refuse you now we will both look the fool.” “But you don’t want to refuse me.” He smiled his selfassured smile. “I can see it in your expression.” “Blast and damn.” She moved several yards away, kicking at the sand, trying to clear her mind to make proper decisions for his future and hers. “If we elope on Valentine's Day, Lavinia will be livid.” After her own words, she laughed, finding the release enlightening. In many ways all her life she’d tried to live up to Lavinia's 52
Treasure Found standards. Eloping with Captain Ormond on her birthday would seal the ring of fate. But she’d never be welcomed back to Ocracoke Island. With that thought Zerinda realized it would not be her home much longer anyway. In fact, it stopped feeling like home years ago, when her mother passed. Living under Lavinia's rules was enough to strangle any person's patience—her sister had already damaged her selfesteem. So why was she giving Edward such a hard time about his proposal? He’d mentioned love, yet in a fleeting way. Reaffirming she was a hopeless romantic, Zerinda found herself wanting all the trappings of a true romance. If they had more time to get to know each other, her answer would have come easily. Deep inside she felt an undeniable draw to the man who stood so close. Her father sanctioned the marriage, and most likely by now Lavinia was aware of Edward’s plans. She’d never be able to return to the Prescott home without enduring her wrath. Much to her surprise, the idea of being with Edward began to override her qualms. She turned, the cold breeze swirling her hair. “I will marry you, Edward, if you can honestly answer one question for me.” He closed the distance between them, his hands rising to her shoulders, pulling her close. “I'll give you an honest answer. What is your question?” “You told me how hard you fought to leave your father's reputation behind. Marrying me may only bring your pirate status back to the forefront. My eye patch will be a constant reminder to anyone we meet.” To her further surprise, he threw back his head and laughed. “Really, Edward, you exasperate me at times.” “And you, my lovely, I'm sure will try my patience in the future equally.” His smile went straight to her heart and she wanted to believe him. “I thought it was bad luck to have a woman onboard a ship?” She wasn’t certain if she teased, or put up more obstacles. “It is not bad luck to have my wife aboard.” He didn't need to finish the sentence. Zerinda 53
Cheryl A. Cornell understood the implications of having a female on board who was not a spouse. “You realize I can never come back here, if we do this. Can you afford to write off all the Ocracoke port to your trade? Because my sister will make any business impossible once she finds out we’re married.” “I'm aware of her reach. But since we plan to make our home in Charleston, she cannot harm us there.” He massaged his hand along her back. “We’ll start a new life together as husband and wife in a new home and aboard the Independence.” “Damn you, Edward. You make it all sound so perfect.” She tapped his chest with one finger. “When we both know the hardships our marriage will create.” “There will always be hardships, especially when my work depends upon the sea for a living. My trade routes will stay the same. If we have to bypass Ocracoke, then it will be their loss for our goods.” “Again, you seem to have an answer for every question; as if you thought this out in advance for a long time.” She sighed. “Is it just that you want to marry, or is it that you want to marry me?” “I want to marry you, Zerinda.” He cupped her face between his hands. “I've had other chances and refused them, Lavinia only being the latest. I knew spying in your window just days ago my life would be incomplete unless you were beside me.” He took a step away. “I understand this is all very quick. But under the circumstances, I feel it is right. I also realize you would prefer to have been courted, but there is no practicality to that situation.” “Your friend has anchored.” She stared out over the waves. “He’s trying to signal your attention.” “What shall I tell him? Will you marry me, or do I send him away?” The tender look on his face made her want to believe their futures would prosper. “If you truly believe you won’t regret this decision, I will marry you. Not for you to save me from Lavinia. Rather because I think I've…fallen in love with you.” She inhaled the crisp salt air. “Maybe I've always been in love with the idea of you, but it is you, undeniably. I feel it deep within me. If I reject you, I fear it will haunt me the rest of my days.” She smiled at him. “It still may haunt 54
Treasure Found you for the rest of yours.” Before she knew it Zerinda was in his arms, the sky above her spinning as he held her close, turning in circles. Edward’s expression could only read as relief. “Do you have much to pack here?” He kissed her neck. “No, just a few personal items.” She laughed and tried to wriggle free. “Your father is having your maid pack your clothing and will make sure it gets onto the next ship sailing into Bath.” “You have this all thought out, don’t you?” “Only the practical side, Zerinda.” He stood still, holding her tight. “The rest we will decide together.” “Then we'd better not keep your friend waiting. I'll pack my belongings and be ready shortly.” When he finally let go, she clung to his shoulder for a moment to calm her dizziness. “I sure hope your remedy for seasickness works!” Edward winked at her. “A woman in love will have other things on her mind than being sick from the sea.” Zerinda laughed, for they were both voyaging into uncharted waters.
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Epilogue Edward stood at the helm of his ship, the open Atlantic before them. Beside him, Zerinda protectively held their infant in her arms, her smile radiant. Their first year had found its stormy times, but they weathered them together. As predicted, Lavinia hadn’t taken the news of their marriage well. Her histrionics became legend on Ocracoke, no one daring to cross her. She married hastily to the banker’s son who was no doubt intimidated by her. Rumor had it the man took to drink shortly after the marriage. Her spitefulness grew, as did her belly with the child she hadn’t wanted but felt obligated to produce to continue the Prescott bloodline. Edward mused that her child would most likely give her a taste of her own vindictiveness in the years to come. It mattered not to him. As feared, Alexander Prescott took to the heavens only weeks after Lavinia’s marriage. In her own way, Zerinda accepted his death as a reprieve for his years of suffering with Lavinia. While she was sad, she didn’t grieve, deciding he was once again reunited with his beloved Lucy. Lavinia complained, to those few who knew of her existence, about Zerinda not showing up for his funeral. The household forbidden to send messages, one long-time maid managed to let Zerinda know what happened at Prescott. Edward continued to do business on Ocracoke, even though Lavinia tried to stir up trouble. Most merchants kept neutral, knowing his stores were desirable and of high quality. In this port, Zerinda never left the ship. After the wedding ceremony on the Independence, they sailed to Bath where he finalized his business before taking her on a leisurely sail south to Charleston. It had 56
Treasure Found been a wonderful time for them both. With only a few crew on hand, they had intimate times together while she grew familiar with the ship. Zerinda made him proud in many ways. She came aboard and made peace with each crew member. She asked them for sailing lessons, learned the constellations and complimented cook. Zerinda came into her own during their first year together; trade had excelled in ports, with her helping to sell his stores. No one made any comments on her scars or eye patch, nor connected it with his parentage. They found a small house just a block from the port of Charleston and were making it into their home. While moored this last winter, his captain's cabin and another next to it had been redesigned to be a functional living space for his family. Most importantly, he and Zerinda found their balance. Watching her with Alexander Prescott Ormond in her arms, he saw the glimmer in her eye—the way she’d looked last spring—and understood they were to be blessed with a second. Edward felt content. He'd found his precious treasure in the most unlikely place and thanked the heavens for their chance meeting. Whether he believed in true love or fate, his Valentine's Day bride made him an advocate. He slipped his arm around Zerinda’s shoulder and smiled at his wife and son. He appreciated the quiet moments between them. “A girl this time, perhaps?” he asked with a wink. “Either would be a blessing.” She sighed and swept her dark hair from her eyes. “How did you know?” “The smile on your face and the glow of your skin.” “You’ve made me very happy, Edward. Thank you for marrying me.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “We were meant for each other, Zerinda. We just had to wait for the right time in our lives to meet.” “Do you mind a second child so close to Alexander?” “Not at all. I’ll accept any and all our children as blessings. It must be time to feed him.” He took the now fussing baby from her arms. He loved to cuddle his son’s squirming little body. He gave his wife a wicked grin. “I could do with a snack too, Zee.” 57
Cheryl A. Cornell Her face flushed bright red. “You mustn’t say things like that, someone will hear you,” she scolded in a hushed whisper. Taking Alexander back into her arms, Zerinda hesitated before leaving his side. “Give me half an hour to feed Alex and…then I’ll see if I can satisfy your need.” Edward gave her a curt nod. To anyone watching, it was just an exchange between them, not a promise of the sexual fulfillment they’d come to enjoy.
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Historical Note: Before his much publicized beheading, Blackbeard the Pirate, alias Edward Teach (Thatch) did make his home in the port town of Bath, North Carolina in the years 1716-1718. He was married to Mary Ormond (Ormand) during that time. Captain Edward Ormond and all the other characters mentioned are fictional, a creation of the author.
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