Victoria and James

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Chapter 1

London, 1816

The boards beneath her were slippery and seemed to be covered with some sort of slimy

substance which she decided not to investigate. Who would have thought the ship wouldhave places like this with its spotless deck, she thought, slightly disgusted. The only

reason she was there was because she had a good view of the captains cabin and would

be able to get in quickly once he left, grab the deed and leave. Captain James Ardsleywas about to get a very nasty shock, she thought wryly as she moved about to relieve the

cramp in her leg. If only he would hurry up, she could leave and get out of this rat hole.

As though in response to her thoughts, something scurried across the floor and she felt a

shiver of revulsion.

She was starting to consider abandoning her quest when the captains door finally opened

and out walked James Ardsley. In dark brown breeches that stretched around his well

muscled thighs and a white cotton shirt opened to reveal dark curling hairs, he almostlooked like a commoner. But even if Victoria hadnt known of his noble lineage, she

would never have mistaken him formerely a commoner. He was tall, six feet three at theleast and with his height he carried with him an aura of strength and command. His raven

locks were windswept and gave him a rakish and yet boyish charm. There was nothingboyish about his face though. Even now when he was so obviously relaxed, the hard lines

that defined his face told of a stern man with an insuperable character. He walked with an

easy gait that oddly reminded her of a lion on the prowl. She shook the thought away,however, waited till he was out of sight then crept out of her hiding place, wincing

slightly at the pain in her legs. She had hardly taken two steps when she felt a vise-like

grip clamp painfully on her arm. She turned reluctantly and found herself face-to-face

with the arrogant unsmiling face of Captain Ardsley.

Im sure youre wondering why Im here. She asked, trying in vain to smile even as his

gray eyes bored through her.His eyes are like pools of melted steel.

The thought did cross my mind. His voice was low and menacing and Victoria felt a

chill run up her spine.

Its actually a very boring storyvery long too.

I have a penchant for long and boring stories.

Well thenif you would just let go of me, I would be happy to tell you. Its very

uncomfortable, you see as Im not used to the attentions of the stronger sexbeing an

innocent She had been trying to pull herself away from him while she said this but, atthe look of amusement and the supercilious eyebrow he had raised at the suggestion that

she was an innocent, she stopped. There was no way this man was going to be swayed by

her coy words so she might as well try another tactic. Raising her knee she kicked himright between the legs. He released her instantly and she bolted, not bothering to check if


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he had doubled over in pain or if he was right behind her. She ran down the gangplank,

onto the dock and disappeared among the throng of people milling around.

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She found herself in a narrow alley when she stopped to catch her breath. Pulling out apocket watch she grimaced; Dixon was going to furious. She could just imagine him

telling people his fiance was indisposed so she could not attend her own soiree but

wished for everyone to enjoy themselves in her absence. Well something like thatanyhow. She smiled at the thought, already inventing an excuse he would readily accept.

Why on earth had she decided to do this for Angela? Damn and Blast! She hadnt even

retrieved the stupid thing she thought, angrily. It was all that oafs fault; why did he have

to stop her midway? Thinking of him reminded her of the unexpected thrill shed feltwhen he had held her. She felt her face heat up and mentally shook herself, taking in

calming breaths of air. Ardsley out of her mind, her thoughts turned to her current

position. And what was she supposed to do now? She thought, angry at herself for doing

something so very reckless, even by her standards, as journeying unaccompanied into thedepths of London. Calm down, Vi, youve been in worse situations. Asking yourself

these questions isnt going to help matters.

When in trouble, she was wont to talk to herself as a mother would a child. As always, itmade her worries seem easy to deal with and as always a plan immediately began to form

in her mind. She examined her surroundings, absently turning the watch in her hands, and

wondered if any carriages were likely to come by. Deciding in the negative, she movedout of the alley and began walking toward a tavern where she hoped to find someone who

would tell her where to get a carriage to Cavendish Square.

She stood at the tavern door and braced herself even as she was glad it was still daytimeand the place was quiet. It was a dismal place to be sure but there were still a few peoplescattered among the chairs and tables. She went straight to a pleasantly plump woman

who was cleaning the inside of a glass with a rag. Trying not to focus on the glass which

was steadily getting dirtier, Victoria sat at the bar and asked for a shot of watered downwhiskey. Saying nothing, the woman retrieved a thankfully clean glass and turning, did

something with a barrel behind her. When she turned back, she placed the glass, now

filled with an amber liquid, on the table. Victoria reached for the glass but the womanstopped her. Money first; Im not running a soup kitchen.

Victoria felt the blush rise up her cheeks but reached into the pocket of her dress and

retrieved what she thought was a suitable amount for the drink. Thankful she had thought

to bring some money, she handed the currency to the woman who returned more than halfof it and went back to the glass she was cleaning. As Victoria put the glass to her lips and

sipped the slightly searing liquid, she wondered, idly, whether the glass cleaning was a

ploy to be able to watch customers without seeming to. Putting the glass down, she asked

lightly, Do you know where I can find a carriage?

The woman didnt answer and Vi, unsure if she had heard her, asked again a little louder.


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Not here you wont.

Glad to have finally been answered, Victoria ignored the fact that this answer was hardly

relevant.

Well do you know where I can find one?

Raising her voice, the woman yelled to a young man lounging in a chair near the emptyfireplace. Charlie! This lady here wants a carriage. Take her where she can find one and

mind you dont hang about on the way back. She turned back to Victoria and said, Go

with him, hell take you to the place.

Thank you so much. Victoria said and, leaving her glass half finished, jumped off the

stool and followed the gangly lad who couldnt have been more than fourteen. He walked

without saying anything to her but at a pace she could follow.

Im sorry to have to bother you like this but I really must get home.

He grunted in reply so she decided not to say anything else.

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Victoria, curled up in her bed with the covers surrounding her, wrote furiously in her

journal. Feelings of anger, hurt and some guilt jostled within her as she poured the events

of the day into the book. In all her life she had not felt such a hatred for the malepopulation as she did now.

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When she arrived at the house, it was deathly quiet and she felt the first tendrils of fear

and guilt coil themselves into cold snakes and lie in her stomach. She didnt bother to go

to her room and change the servants clothes which she had borrowed that morning butwent straight to the drawing room where Gilbert, the ageing but stoic butler, had said her

father was. She hadnt expected Dixon to still be there but there he was, pacing furiously

across the plush carpet. He spun angrily to face her, his lank hair flopping wildly anddemanded.

Where have you been?!

She ignored Dixon who looked apoplectic and went to her father who was seated beside

the fireplace. Kissing him on the cheek, she said, Good evening, father. I trust youwerent too worried about me today.

Victoria dear where have you been? Her father asked quietly as though he had resigned

himself to her brand of madness. A sad smile graced his features and she knew he wasnt

truly angry only worried.


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And why are you dressed like a servant? Dixons voice was like metal on concrete to

her ears. She sighed, still looking at her father. His blue eyes which she had inherited told

her to get Dixon to leave. She gave him a comprehending look in return and turned toDixon. She put on her sweetest smile and walked right up to him.

My lord, I truly am sorry for distressing you

Are you really, Victoria or are you merely trying to ruin my reputation? He asked in a

low, malevolent voice.

His reputation was what he was worried about. He wouldnt want his name associatedwith any scandal she might bring, she thought, disgusted.

Im dreadfully sorry then. Your reputation must be protected. She couldnt keep the

sarcasm from her voice as she said this and watched him turn purple then stark white. His

hands were clenched into fists and Victoria knew he only restrained himself because of

her father.

When we are married, Victoria, I shall curb that unruly tongue of yours. With that he

turned and stomped out of the room. Victoria stood there for awhile and came to the

decision that she could never marry Dixon. His pale, lean countenance twisted in angerrepulsed her and the very thought of committing herself to him was ludicrous. He had

seemed soso quiet andshe admitted guiltily that Dixon had indeed seemed quite easy

to control. She would not have a husband who would keep her under his thumb. Sheturned back to her father trying to forget Dixon.

Come sit by me Victoria and tell me of your day.

She went, sat in the seat opposite him but said nothing as they both watched the dancing

flames in the marble fire place.

If I told you where Ive been, you would only worry yourself. It was an interestingadventure but I would rather not recount the events of today.

As long as youre safe, darling.

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Victoria closed the journal with a smile; only herfather would not press for answers.Shed come up after they had talked of other things including the party she had missedand had felt light-hearted until she got back into her room and remembered Dixon. Her

anger had returned and then so had the sudden memory of a man she only now realized

she had been comparing him to: Captain James Ardsley.


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Chapter 2

Almacks, London, 1816

Lady Victoria Eden sat with the other debutantes and only a strong sense of propriety

kept her from yawning. The only reason, in fact, that she was among the tittering ladieswas her need to avoid Dixon. All through yesterday, he had attempted to see her but she

had always been either indisposed or resting herexhaustedself. She held an untouchedglass of lemonade at the stem and listened passively to the conversation going on aroundher. It was mostly nonsense about some lord who, rumor had it, was in search of a wife or

something along those lines. Talk of scandal, never actually far from the ears of the

debutantes, was left to the mamas of the ton. It was perhaps the sudden silence thatbrought Victoria back to the room. The silence was followed by shocked whispers whichall defeated their purpose. Following the gaze of a dazed debutante beside her, Victoria

found herself looking at the man who had been occupying her thoughts since the day

before last. She felt a jolt of something unfamiliar run through her when she took in the

handsomely urbane image he presented in his black evening dress. His ruffled shirt andcravat were pristine against the black and even from the distance she spied the twinkling

of what was unmistakably a diamond in the white folds at his neck. Hoping he had notnoticed her as he scanned the hall from the wide staircase, she let herself be led by the

throng of young ladies who were headed for the powder rooms.

Talk in the powder room was all of Lord James Ardsley, Earl of Thornton, Viscount

Berkley, Viscount Scarborough andBaron of Oakridge who for unknown reasons wassuddenly in Almacks.

Do you think hes looking for a wife? cried one eager debutante.

Ithink hes an irrepressible rake.

Then why are you here primping yourself.

Im only here because my mother would have been sure to try to introduce me to him

and I couldnt have been able to resist throwing a glass of wine in his face.

You wouldnt! Youd be more likely to swoon at his feet.

I would not!

Hes probably gone. With all of you in here. These last words were Victorias and the

response was instantaneous as all the debutantes tried to leave at the same time. Only

Victoria and Ellen Birmingham the one debutante who had spoken against the Earl wereleft in the room.

I simply can not stand him. She said vehemently. What do they see in the arrogant

cad?


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Hes outrageously handsome, wealthy and titled. Victoria thought but did not voice heropinion as she herself wondered how Lord Ardsley had suddenly become synonymous

with handsome in her mind.

Please dont tell me you too are affected by him.

Victoria looked at the girl for a moment then stood up. Of course not; Im engaged.

With that she left the powder room but avoided the ball room and opted for the garden

instead.

The cool evening air was exhilarating and she stood unmoving for a while to enjoy thesheer beauty of it. Unbeknownst to her, she was being observed by a dark clad, gray eyed

earl.

James Ardsley watched Victoria and battled the desire to reveal himself. She was

exquisite and in the light from the house, surrounded by flowers, she looked like agoddess. Her ebony hair floated down her back in curling rivulets and in the night, her

skin was like porcelain. Her gown, a midnight blue that accentuated her eyes, hugged her

voluptuous curves and turned her from angel to sprite and back again. His body

responded and he struggled to control himself as he stood.

Good Evening.

She jerked back as though stung then gasped as she realized who her watcher was.

Good evening, Lord Ardsley. I trust you suffered no side effects from our last

encounter.

She was glad her dry humor had remainded and was efficacious in hiding the teemingemotions within her. A slow, breathtaking smile crept across his face as he acknowledged

the joke.

I shall live. I still wonder, though, what a lady should be doing on my ship.

His words and close proximity reminded her that this man was dangerous. Not only to hersenses but truly dangerous to her person.

I really should return to the ballroommy father might be wondering where I am.

Not, he said taking her arm, even as she protested, and leading her into the depths of

the garden. Until you tell me why you were on my ship. Im not a fool, despite what you

might think and youd be sorely mistaken if you think for a second I intend to let you gobefore I get answers.


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Let go of me! She whispered angrily, trying to tug herself free of his grip. She looked

around anxiously, hoping no one would think to enjoy the night air as she had. Do you

realize my reputation would be damaged if anyone were to see us here?

He didnt stop walking though and threw his answer over his shoulder. I have serious

doubts as to whether a lady such as yourself would have much of a reputation to bedamaged.

How dare you! You of all people have no right to question my character.

He spun around then and Victoria almost wished he had kept walking.

And why, pray tell, is that? In case youve forgotten,Iam the wronged person here. Icould always take this up with yourfatherif you refuse to give me the answers I want.

He would never believe you.

Are you so sure of that?

The implication of his words hit her; he wouldturn this into a scandal that would touchnot only her but her father. Her fatherwhy had he put such emphasis on the word? She

dismissed it in lieu of her predicament.

You are no gentleman.

I never claimed to be one. I only want to know why you were on my ship. She sighed

and looked down at the hand that enveloped hers.

If youif you let go of me, Ill tell you.

He looked at her for a long moment then slowly let her hand drop from his. Inwardly

cursing herself she turned immediately and bolted, not bothering, once again, to see if he

followed.

James watched her run, slender ankles flashing as she raised the hem of her gown, thenwalked away in the opposite direction. His chaise was waiting for him at the front of the

building and he entered it, making some indistinct sound in reply to the drivers

annoyingly cheery good evening, my lord. The horses set off at a brisk trot and James

listened to the sound not really hearing it. He looked at his hand that tingled slightly andwondered, vaguely, why he had let her go. Hed known she would run but it had been

almost painful to hold her hand and do naught else. He shook himself mentally; he hadntbeen with a woman for a while. That was the problem. The chit had nothing to do with it.

Hed as soon strangle her thanno, that wasnt entirely true. She was beautiful; there

was no doubt about that. Then again she could be a thief or else have some extremely odd

habits. No lady he knew would do what she had. She was doubtless some lords mistress.Her father indeed!


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He leaned forward and told the driver to go to Ernsfield, the home ofhis current mistress,Louisa Marie Kolinsky. She was more than capable of satisfying his needs and now it

seemed he had been neglecting her. It would be a going away presentfor both of them.Now that he had left his investments in the capable hands of Edward Leicester, Viscount

Fairfax, he could leave for the West Indies comfortable that he would not return

bankrupt. He would tie up a few loose ends and cut some others off in the islands then hecould return to England andsettle down? Perhaps he would find a wife and give his

mother the grandchildren she craved. The thought of a wife forced a pair of aquamarine

eyes in front of him and suddenly Louisa held little appeal. He wasnt about to turnaround though and leaned back into the comfortable dark green squabs of the seat with a

sigh.

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Youre distracted tonight. I can tell. Louisa murmured in his ear as she played

carelessly with his hair. Whats wrong?

He raised his head and a quizzical eyebrow at her question.

Maybe youd rather we talked?

She said nothing for a while but moved her finger toward his brow and attempted to

smoothen it out. He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, sucking gently on

her throbbing pulse. He let his tongue slide up her arm, over her shoulder. She leaneddown into him as his mouth got closer to her breast. He was but an inch from that

delectable endowment when he stopped and gently but firmly pushed her off him. He sat

up and inwardly cursed. She was about to touch his back but he got up, walked over to a

chair where his clothes were and began to throw them on jerkily.

Whats wrong, James? She sighed with a practiced pout.

He didnt reply but walked up to the bed and placed a velvet box beside her foot.

Its a going away present. The words mocked him now.

Are you angry with me?

No Louisa. I am not angry with you. I merely have to leave now. His shirt buttoned, he

grabbed his cravat, not bothering to tie it. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.Goodbye love. Straightening, he turned and walked briskly out the door not looking

back once. A lucky thing perhaps for he might have seen her golden eyes fill with tears

then overflow onto the pearl necklace he had given her. Hed never before left a womanunhappy.

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James rummaged through the drawers in his study searching for the bottle of whiskey he

kept solely for occasions such as these when he felt the need to imbibe. Self disgust and

unsated desire urged him to drown out the world. Particularly if the world was populatedby blue-eyed minxes with black hair that fell like wavesNo! He needed to stop this

madness. Yes! He found the bottle, covered by a document he had been perusing the

night before. Not bothering with a glass, he threw himself into a chair and placed his legson the table, one solid pillar on top of the other. He opened the bottle, downed a sizable

amount then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He had never before come back

from a visit to Louisa like this. It had been like drinking water without actually quenchinghis thirst. The fact that Louisa no longer satisfied his needs was neither here nor there; he

would settle her handsomely. The burning question was why. He pushed away the one

thought that kept surfacing in his mind as an answer and took another swig.

Why did the brattling affect him so? And why, he thought angrily, wasnt he getting sodrunk he wouldnt care either way? The fates were playing a cruel joke on him, surely.

He wanted her. It was unadulterated lust. He could not have her. What the bloody hell

was wrong with him?

He took a small sip of the drink and let it lie in his mouth for a second before swallowing.He was going to be three months at sea. This should be interesting, he thought, wryly,

and then downed the rest of the bottle. His last conscious thought was of how much he

would regret this night on the morrow.

Chapter 3

Cavendish Square, London. 1816.

Victoria sat in the morning room with a cup of tea in her hand. She didnt feel the leastbit thirsty and yet it was something to do. She wondered how she would tell Angela she

hadnt gotten the deed. She had known Angela Reed since she had been consciousenough to have friends and as they had grown, their friendship had strengthened. Angela

was the daughter of a maid but when Victorias mother had died giving birth to her, her

maid and equally close friend,Angelas mother had undertaken the care of the motherlessbabe. Care which, no matter how hard he tried, her father could not truly give. He lovedhis daughter, though, and saw the benefits in her having a friend in her age group despite

the oddness of such a relationship. The village children in Daubling, although constantly

trying toseem friendly to Victoria, were too obviously riddled with jealousy for his andhercomfort. Thus Angela had become Victorias only true friend. Victoria thought thisover and tried to consider how her friend would react to the fact that she hadnt been able

to retrieve the deed.

It was the deed to Angelas mothers house and had apparently been seized by officialswho worked for the Earl of Thornton. Angela, a grief-stricken Angela, who had only

recently lost her mother, had poured the tale out to Victoria. The men had come asking

for the rent and saying that it hadnt been paid for the past eight months. This obvious liehad been their excuse to bodily remove Angela from her home. Shed said she had tried


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to plead her case at the Earls mansion but had been unsuccessful in that she was turned

away every time. Without the deed, she could not even prove the house belonged to her

family and she certainly couldnt get into the house.

After offering her a place in the house which she gratefully accepted, Victoria recalled

and voiced the fact that she knew of the Earl. That she knew he was the captain of a fleetof ships and that she knew he had recently been on a voyage. From the servants, she

learnt that he often stayed on his ship for a prolonged period even after he docked andthat documents of a delicate nature were brought to him there. The deed, evidence of the

true ownership of the house, counted as being of a delicate nature to Victoria. The selfish,

mendacious man would no doubt try to sell the building. But why would he do that? Hehad enough money to buy the Thames shed heard. Perhaps his lands were mortgaged

no shed asked her father about him and her father never divulged specific details about

others unless they were completely true. Shed had to sound reasonably bored with hisreply or he would doubtless have wanted to know why she cared. Mere curiosity from her

never went quite well with him, she thought with a smile. Did the Earl have something

against Angela? Her mother? It didnt seem likely but what other reason did he havebesides pure spite. And for whatever reason hed done it he was, of course, going to goscott free. People like Angela, non-gentry, were hardly ever paid any attention by the

courts and without the deed the poor girl had no proof. No. She would find a way to help

her friend. Now it seemed silly that she had attempted something like that in broaddaylight. It was her only mistake. All she had managed to do was get herself caught and

her reputation nearly tarnished.

Angelas entrance brought her out of the morass that was her thoughts. Angela came in

and as usual her shy demeanor was deceiving. With her long flaxen locks, now tuckedunder a starched white bonnet and her pretty blue eyes she had led astray many a stable

boy and even some of the older hands. One might not notice it but Angela had a wildstreak. She ran towards Victoria, who had stood up, with her face eager.

Did you get it?

Now is that any way to talk to your mistress? She said it playfully and put on a brilliant

smile but she often wondered if Angela ought to act the way she did to her. Not that she

minded but if any of the other servants thought Angela could get away with anythingbecauseshe was the mistress friend, she might lose the respect she held among the staffand Angela might be treated with little more than contempt at being unable to get a

position any other way. It was hard getting this message across to her friend, though and

she had long since given up hope of achieving anything significant.

Stop hedging, Vi.

Lets sit down first. Would you like some tea?

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Fine. But sit down first. Angela acquiesced but she looked impatient which had

Victoria, oddly, feeling slightly angry.

I didnt get it but its only because I was caught in the middle of myAngela this is notanything to cry over. At least not nowI havent actually looked for it. I couldstill get

it.

Its just thatI thoughtI thought you wouldbe able to help. The sentence,

punctuated by sniffs, tore at Victorias heart.

I promised you I would do everything in my power to get it and I will. Ill be sure to getit if Im especially careful. Here, take this. She handed her a handkerchief and watched

Angela dab her eyes delicately. They both got up reluctantly, as though unwilling to end

the moment of peace, and embraced. It was an awkward action that was a far cry from thefamiliar hugs of their younger years but it served as a reminder of their friendship and

urged Victoria to give one last comforting it will be alright.

When Angela left, Victoria didnt return to her window seat but paced the floor thinking

hard. What had she gotten herself into? Did she really intend to risk her life on that shipagain? Why was it that she was always jumping into such absurd things? Why was she

asking herself these questions when she ought to be planning how to get on and off the

ship, this time unseen? Why was she so hesitant to help her best friend? Her only truefriend? But if she was found again there would be no telling the consequences. James

Ardsley was one man she had no intention of crossing paths with again. You would onlybe doing the right thing. She wanted to both embrace that voice and push it away.Victoria, you reckless little fool, when will you learn to stay within your capabilities?

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James wasnt sure how he had gotten to his bedroom but his pounding head made himappreciate the luxury of a comfortable bed. He had to get up soon, though, if he was to

pay a visit to his mother, go over the accounts of the estate with his secretary andsupervise the transfer of his personal items onto the Charleston. He sat up in his bed,wincing slightly just as Hanford, his valet, came in with a tray laden with tea things.

"Good morning, my lord."

James muttered darkly and indicated with a motion of his hand that the curtains should

remain drawn. Turning from them, Hanford approached the bed with the tea. He set thetray on a bedside table and poured the dark liquid into the finely crafted china. James

accepted the cup and took a scalding sip.

"How's your mother, Hanford? I hope the winter went well with her."

"Very well, my lord. She thanks you for your kindness in sending the logs."


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"Tell her not to worry over that." He said with a wave of his hand. "Mothers are such

wonderful creatures, are they not?"

"Yes, sir. Quite. How does yours fare?"

"Very well indeed. I'm going to see her today so could you set out something gray or darkblue. She's been asking me to visit for a while. I suppose I should acquiesce."

"Yes, my lord, I suppose you should."

"Hanford, I know you've told me this before so you needn't try to make me feel guilty

now."

"I wouldn't dream of it, my lord."

"Yes Im sure you wouldn't."

"Give her my regards, my lord."

Of course, Hanford. Oh and have the chaise without the crest ready. I dont want to

draw any unwanted attention today. He called this to Hanford who had disappeared into

his wardrobe.

Very good, my lord.

He emerged with a dark blue suit and at James nod left the room only to return a second

later.

Will you be dining here, my lord?

Yes. I plan to leave for my mothers around noon. That is, of course, if I get out of thisbed anytime soon. He finished the tea, placed the cup on the tray and swung himself out

of the bed. Yes I suppose I will be leaving at noon.

Very good, my lord. Hanford watched him with a ghost of a smile.

You know, Hanford, there are times when I truly wish you wouldnt be so polite. Then I

wouldnt feel the least bit guilty wiping that smirk off your face.

Of course, my lord. He left the room still smiling but stopped to glare at a dawdling

maid who scurried away.

James looked back at the bed and resisted the urge to fall back down on it. Hed only

gotten out because he knew Hanford would worry over him the whole day if he showedeven the slightest sign of fatigue. He sat down instead and stretched his neck, wincing as

the satisfying cracks were magnified in his still pounding head.


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Perhaps he would spend the night on the Charleston; he always felt relaxed on his shipsbut the Charleston more than all of them. If only Billings didnt have those damned catson board. Theyd been crawling all over the place the last time hed been there. As wellas other things, he thought with narrowed eyes.

Chapter 4

15 Upper Brook Street.

Good day Mother, Lady Forsyth.

James mother, Lady Amelia Ardsley, an elderly woman who still bore traces of thebeauty of her youth, sat at a divan and sipped her tea, giving no indication that she was

aware of her sons presence. Instead she continued her conversation with Henrietta

Forsyth, Countess of Haversham and the unusually young friend of Lady Ardsley.

In any case she cannot possibly be serious about the man, can she, Etta?

Lady Forsyth looked mildly uncomfortable and tried to recall the subject about which

they had been discussing. She opened and closed her mouth for several seconds before

regaining her composure. At which point she turned to look up at the earl who stood, legs

apart with his arms crossed over his chest and seemed to be trying to control someemotion.

Good day, Lord Ardsley. She said with a smile.

Lady Ardsley, in response to this, placed her teacup and saucer, very loudly, on the table

beside her. Causing Lady Forsyth to jump and look at her quizzically.

Honestly Etta, how on earth do you expect me to ignore this aggravating son of mine ifyou, who I am speaking to insist on initiating a conversation with him?

At this James burst laughing and walked over to his mother intending to kiss her on the

cheek. She slapped him away with an almost petulant expression which only made himlaugh harder.

Oh mother you are precious.

Yes, Im glad you think so. Now would you stop that noise; you might disillusion Lady

Forsyth about your austere disposition.

Of course. I would hate to do that. He said, still smiling, then winked at Lady Forsythwho blushed and hid a smile behind her teacup at her friends admonishing frown.


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Where have you been, James?

He seated himself in the settee opposite them and slipped off his gloves before

answering.

On the Charleston, of course.

He helped himself to a cucumber sandwich and smiled at his mother who was stillfrowning.

Living vicariously, no doubt.

I wouldnt want to sully the ears of dear Lady Forsyth here, mother so why dont we

change the subject. Although Lady Forsyth looks very much as though she would likeher ears sullied. He added with a knowing smile. His mother hadnt missed the warning

tone in his voice earlier but still being slightly angry, she merely sniffed and took another

sip of her tea.

Henrietta waved him away, looking flustered. Their mothers having been good friends,James and herself had always been like brother and sister.

Hows your mother, Henrietta? I trust she finds Bath to her liking.

Very fine, indeed. Amelia had answered for her and drew her sons attention to herself.

Your private life may be you business but one would think you would be moreconsiderate and, at least, answer your mothers summons.

ForthatI am truly sorry and I offer you my most sincere apologies. But I do recallhaving sent you a missive before I took to sea.

That little note was supposed to act in place for my only son? Im sorry, James isnt

available in London now but I do have a note from him. Would you like to see it?

Ill be sure to write a longer one this time. He said dryly as he helped himself to

another sandwich.

This time? You mean youre leaving again.

Yes, I did mean that. These are delicious by the way.

Dont make light of this, James! I assumed you would be staying in London longer. Ihad plans for oh never mind. She furiously took another sip of tea, glaring at him over

the rim of her cup.

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Oh nothing; it doesnt matter now. She looked mildly disconcerted and her cheeks

colored slightly.

Humor me.

I only wanted you to meet someonea very nice girlvery accomplished, you see.She said this between sips of tea and watched her sons expression. Or lack thereof.

Henrietta made a sound akin to a laugh but turned it into a cough as both sets of gray eyes

turned towards her.

Well Im sure she wont be too disappointed. Was his only remark as he finished hissandwich, dusted off his hands and slipped on his immaculate gloves. He rose,

approached his mother and bent once again to kiss her cheek.

You really should stop trying to marry me off.

I will when you actually let me do it or, even better, find someone yourself.

He kissed her, then said, Youre a darling mother. Ill be sure to come by once I getback.

He turned to Lady Forsyth, took her hand and kissed it.

Good day Henrietta, mother. He gave a ghost of a bow and turned to leave when his

mother stopped him.

I heard you were in Almacks Wednesday night, James. I wouldnt believe it until I heard

from you.

You shouldnt believe everythingyou hear, mother.

Yes, I know that. She said impatiently, But were you there or werent you? He shook

his head with a smile and strode towards the door.

Goodbye, mother.

Id like to havesome grandchildren, James, if it wouldnt be too much trouble.

Ill see what I can do.

xx

Midnight, Livingstons Dock.

London, 1816.


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worms. Smashed worms, Vi? Really. Even you could have come up with something betterthan that.

What is wrong with me?! she slammed the file down on the desk, belatedlyremembering the need for silence. She bit her lip and held her breath, waiting for any sign

that the earl had awakened. She heard nothing and after waiting a few more seconds,resumed her search.

She couldnt, however, get over the gnawing feeling of someone watching her. She couldalmost feel the person behind her. She turned around to reassure herself and breathed a

sigh of relief when there was no one behind. There is no one in this room besides you,Victoria. Stop being such a twit and get back to what you came here for. She glanced,once more, into the room where she was sure Lord Ardsley was fast asleep. Well itwouldnt hurt to close the door; if the earl did awaken, he would have to open the door

first and she would have at least a few more seconds to hide somewhere. It seemed an

adequate solution to her problems but when she did walk over to the door, she realized

she should have stayed at the other end of the cabin and bore the uneasiness. In the dimlighting, she could make out James Ardsleys profile; he looked innocent in sleep, almost

soft. Her eyes moved of their own volition down his neck and thenshe felt the heat riseup her face; he wore no shirt and his chiseled muscles in the blue-white moonlight

shining through the window were like those of the Greek statues her father had had

placed in the garden. No man could be like that, surely? But there he was in front of her.He moved and the sheets moved lower down, revealing even more of his chest. Her pulse

sped up as she recalled her earlier thoughts on his sleeping habits and, with considerable

effort, she left the room and leaned against the door post, her breath coming out in ragged

gasps.

More than anything she longed to go back in there and see him up close; she had neverseen a man without all the frills and laces of their clothing. Of course this was perfectly

normal but with one lying there fast asleep, practically begging her to ogle at himwell

shed never been one to ignore opportunities.And if he wakes? You never thought of that,Victoria, did you? Do you realize that your one look could well be the ruin of yourreputation? And think of your father. This mans already threatened to ruin you so whywould you want to jeopardize your future anymore?

Because Im the biggest fool in all of Christendom. She said as she practically ran into

the room. She slowed as she got closer to the large four poster bed and approached it

cautiously. His chest rose and fell in an even rhythm that she soon began to mimic. She

longed to run her fingers over the crafted, taut ridges but didnt dare. Thatbrand offoolishness was beyond even her. Surely it was.

A crisp lock of hair had fallen over his left eye and without thinking she reached out to

brush it away. Then stopped as he moved once more, turning, this time, so his back was

visible to her. The expanse of smooth, lightly-tanned skin had her entranced but sherefused to do anything more foolish and turned to leave when a noise from above made


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her jump. It was perhaps a lucky thing that James Ardsley was turned away from her

because he sat up, alert, at the noise and looked up, a quizzical expression on his face.

Victoria ducked immediately and slid herself under the bed. She held her breath andcursed, in her mind, the curs who had woken the earl and who had indirectly put her in

this predicament. Up till then none of the noise from the outside had filtered into theroom, even though, the men outside had been getting louder even as she had entered the

cabin. The Captains cabin was obviously well insulated as he probably slept on boardbefore every voyage.

She saw a pair of feet touch the carpet and feel about for a pair of slippers. Then what

looked to be a dressing coat came down around the ankles in front of her. So he did sleepin the nude. Oh what does that matter, you silly dolt; how the devil are you going to getout of here now? The feet moved away from the bed and after a long while she heard thedoor leading out of the cabin open. She considered getting out and finding someplace to

hide in the outer room but the earl didnt spend more than a few seconds outside before

he returned. She noticed the silence outside when he closed the door and wondered if,when he finally fell asleep and she left the cabin, the men would sill be there. He stayed

in the front room for a while and when he returned to is bedroom, bore the lamp whichnow shined brightly and threw light around the room. She heard him place it on

something, and then felt him get on the bed above her. She wondered why hed brought

the light with him until she heard the next sound and felt her stomach plummet. It was theunmistakable rustle of paper; the earl was going to read.

Chapter 5

Victoria felt something cold and soft touch her nose and she turned over, still more than

half asleep. A sharp tug at her hair brought her eyes open and, leaning on her left elbowshe pushed herself upor attempted to. She didnt get more than halfway up before herhead collided with something hard. Her eyes swam and she lowered herself cautiously,

turning so she was lying on her stomach. She faced a ginger-haired kitten that could have

fit perfectly in her palm. The little thing playfully swatted at her nose then retreated asthough it were waiting for her to do something. Ignoring the feline she looked down then

above her as a sickening feeling engulfed her. She felt her chest constrict painfully and

began telling herself very slowly and very carefully that she still dreaming, that she hadnot left for the dock at all, that she was still lying in her bed at home. Regret like cold,

raw meat, settled in her stomach and she longed to get rid of it because if she had to

regret anything, then she was really on a ship that, assuming all had gone according to

schedule, had sailed a good many hours before.

She could tell that it was most probably sometime around noon judging by the sunlight

that flooded the room or at least the area of the floor that she could see. She felt

thoroughly sickened with herself. So sick she could vomitOh dear God, she really feltlike throwing up. She scrambled out from under the bed and stood shakily. The roomdanced before her eyes as she felt the bile rise up in her throat. The room was empty but

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sitting in there. Putting her hand to her mouth she scanned the place for a chamber pot.

Spying something that looked very much like one at the other end of the room, much

closer to the door, the ran or rather, stumbled towards it. She was right in front of thedoor when it swung open and she faced the Lord Ardsley.

For a moment they both stood, frozen.

What the devil.

It dawned on her that he must recognize her. No doubt because at some point under the

bed her cap had come off and her hair now hung in soft waves about her. If her innardshad not been waging war to empty themselves, she might have laughed at the ridiculous

situation and perhaps even more so at the stunned look on Ardsleys face. As it were she

swayed slightly and made a valiant effort towards the chamber pot.

Nausea, apparently, was a better warrior than shed anticipated and she felt herself

falling. She didnt hit the floor, though, as warm, certainly strong hands, caught her andhalf carried; half dragged her to the pot. She only had time to see the vessel and

appreciate that it was empty before she lost control of her squirming bowels.

The floor felt hard beneath her knees and then the surrounding warmth drew away. Thefoolish or perhaps not so foolish thought that he was most probably disgusted and had

left her to her disgrace sprinted around her mind until a cool cloth touched her brow and

strangely comforting hands steadied her.

The heaving stopped it had to of course and the end was welcomed with stomach felt

relief. A slightly warm cloth then wiped her already damp face and none too gently

until, perhaps, the earl was sure no bodily fluids remained. She was then lifted up andcarried to

The bed did prodigious wonders to her aching muscles and she instinctively curled up in

it. She closed her eye knowing she probably wasnt going to be left to sleep but wanting

to enjoy what she knew to be Ardsleys scent. She blamed her light-headedness for that

foolish notion and decided to chance a look at the ear. Perhaps he still stood above her.He was gone. She sat up, cautiously as her stomach still churned. She looked about the

room, taking in its comfortable and yet so obviously expensive furniture. The mahogany

canopy bed being the center piece, everything from the bedside table to the ornatelycarved mirror that stood, majestic, beside a door Victoria assumed led to the bathroom.

The chamber pot was gone and she was just supposing that the earl had undertaken the

task of emptying it when the person in question walked briskly in. He held a glass filled

with some amber liquid.

Here, drink this. He offered the glass and she responded deferentially to his brusque

tone without thinking afore hand. She took a sip and then fought to push it down as her

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seeing the almost challenging look in his silver eyes, decided against it and swallowed a

larger gulp. She couldnt bring herself to take another so, under the pretext of examining

the glass, through the golden stuff, she examined the earl.

He stood with his arms crossed and wore what seemed his favorite: plain black breeches

and a white cotton shirt. In fact he looked very much as he had when shed seen him laston this ship. At the cuffs of his shirt though, the finest diamonds glimmered and at his

ear, a single diamond shone. He looked positively rakish, she thought, and once againblamed the nonsensical thought on her indisposition. Her eyes moved to his face and

caught his eyes, frosted orbs of haughty condescension. One of his delicate brows rose

and his question was laced with a biting yet controlled anger.

Are you quite done yet?

She blushed furiously, not because she had been caught staring forthatshe knew wasobvious but because of the turn her thoughts had taken while she took him in. In her

discomfiture she hurriedly gulped down the remainder of the glass and then sorelywished she hadnt. The burning, bitter taste was jarring to taste buds and she couldnt

resist screwing up her face in disgust.

What is this swill?

He merely took the glass from her, deposited it on the bedside table and turned back to

her. Compared to his heated gaze the rest of his face was impassive so his next wordsbrought her up short.

You ought to be whipped.

Surely you dont mean to undertake that task.

No. Sadly the right doesnt lie with me. What the bloody hell do you think youre doing

here!?

The last was thrown in rather savagely as though he could hardly believe the situation

himself.

She heaved a lugubrious sigh and looked down at her finely manicured finger nails.

Im beginning to wonder that myself.

Exactly whatdo you mean by that?

I mean Lord Ardsley that as I would normally rather be dead than in a situation such asthis, Im quite surprised at myself. She knew her words were heated but, none the less,

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chewed at her lip, a childish habit she never seemed to have divested with and took to

glaring at the midnight blue covers.

Who are you?

What? She looked up, a little surprised at the question even as it was perfectlyreasonable.

You heard my question. His voice was soft and almost dangerous.

Im afraid I cant very well tell you that.

Then Im afraid I will just have to assume you for a thief. He said smoothly.

You insult me, sir. She bit out the words coldly and raised baleful eyes to meet his

own.

You insult yourself. He shot back, easily, I ask you again: Who are you?

Is it of any importance? She adopted a coaxing tone. You know I am not merely some

girl from the streets. You saw me yourself at Almacks.

I saw you in the gardens. Was his answer.

Surely you dont believe?

It wouldnt have mattered very much what I believed then and what I believe now if I

had never laid eyes on you again. Yet here you are. On my bed. On my ship. Andrefusing to tell me your name. Does that in itself not strike you as odd?

She expelled a short breath and closed her eyes as though gathering his thoughts.

My name is Victoria.

Victoria. Well thats a start. Do you have a last name or are you some lords bastard.He raised a hand at her scandalized look.

No dont answer that. Why are you here?

You contemptible monster. You dare question my birth. If your father even knew yourmother She didnt finish the sentence as the back of his cracked across her face. Shefell in an ungainly heap back on the bed.

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Chapter 6

The room lay silent for a while before he spoke again. He observed her with what could

only be termed mild curiosity then, sighing, said, I suppose that was a bit much. Im notin the habit of striking women but my mother does hold precedence to any policies.

Youre not crying, are you?

Ifthatis what you consider an apology then I suggest you save your breath. She roseand met his arrogant gaze defiantly. No, I am not crying. Why should I? One must makeallowances when one is dealing with animals.

Touch. Though I wasnt apologizing, I do applaud your courage... Victoria but I assure

you it is sorely misplaced. You see, I am not a man to be trifled with and I happen to be

one of those odd people who will not tolerate insults to their person. I understand youranger...slightly. It was hardly fair of me to do that knowing that you could hardly

retaliate...

He didnt finish as she dealt him the hardest slap she could muster across the face. You

are quite wrong, sir. I am almost unnaturally proficient in the art of retaliation. Shedidnt hide her triumphant smile as his face colored where her hand had struck and

merely moved a safe distance away from him, though still on the bed.

He let a breath of air rush out of him then leveled his gaze on her.

Let me remind you that as of this moment you are entirely within my power. Let me alsoremind you that, as before, normal modus operandi is of no significance to me. In other

words I will not hesitate to exact punishment in whatever way I see fit.

She blanched slightly then sniffed imperiously, her eyes mutinous and proud. I am not

afraid of you, despite what you might think. My fathers influence alone will have youthrown in Newgate if anything were to happen to my person. I merely ask that you turn

this ship around and return me to England.

No. In fact that is entirely out of the question so do not ask me again.

Why the devil not? Look here, I dont intend to accompany you on your entire journey.

My father will be distraught!

Perhaps those might have been important considerations to make before you decided todo this. He said this in an offhand way that infuriated her and had her itching to slap him

again. That would involve moving closer to him though and the thought didnt appeal to

her.

Who is your father anyway? If you insist on dropping his name at every opportunity you

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Im afraid I...Well I suppose it wouldnt do any more harm.

No I dont suppose it would. His voice mocked her and she bristled then said with a

voice fraught with superciliousness.

Lord Adrian Eden, Viscount Fourding.

Interesting. Im acquainted with the Viscount. If you are his daughter, what, pray tell,are you doing here?

She heaved a weary sigh and began. If you must know...

Yes, I really must.

You will probably think me a fool.

I think I will reserve judgment until afterIve heard what you have to say. Shesearched her mind wildly but came up with nothing but the truth. She started cautiously,hoping she might come up with something believable as she went along.

I am on a...er... mission of sorts.

You are a spy then? She considered that but the skeptical look on his face told her shewould be steering in the wrong direction. She shook her head emphatically, almost

exasperatedly.

Of course not. Im here because of a friend to...er...acquire...some nautical artifacts. You

see we, my friend and myself, were engaged in a quarrel of sorts and we decided to settlea score by...er...playing a game of...piquet with the loser having to admit to being wrong

and having to board a ship, any ship and collect an object which would be returned at a

later date. With a full apology to the owner of the ship of course.

His face was once more impassive then he burst into a hearty laugh.

You truly expect me to believe that? That is the most ridiculous story I have ever beenfortunate enough to hear.

I realize it sounds incredible but it is the truth. It was merely a joke and it does explain

my being on your ship like this and before.

Yes it does explain quite a lot. He rubbed his clean shaven chin contemplatively. Soyou are a thief...of sorts. So they had returned to that.

You really are a most odious man.

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would be much better than this. No that isnt true. I must be quite distraught to even thinkthat.

A thump on the bed behind her, made her turn around. The ginger kitten, with her cap inits mouth, looked up at her.

You are a darling thing, arent you? Shed always been partial to cats but her father

couldnt abide animals in the house so shed given up the idea of having one long ago.

The kitten came towards her without the normal caution one would expect and, droppingthe cap, rubbed itself against her. She picked up the little ball of fur and rubbed it against

her cheek. She turned it on its back in her lap, noted that it was female and tickled its

snow white belly. She, the cat, purred and swatted playfully at her hands.

It then righted herself and, with little difficulty, clawed up her sleeve and on top of herhead. Its tail tickled her ear and she giggled, loving the creature at once. A paw came

between her eyes, jerked back and then came down again. She quite forgot where she was

until she heard the earls voice.

You dont mean to say hes gone.

Well thats the thing, my lord. He did board the ship yesterday but now hes gone.

Well perhaps you havent looked for him properly, Mister Redburn. He cant have

vanished now, can he?

No, of course not, my lord.

Then I suggest you look for him. Ardsley said shortly, ending the discussion andclosing the door to the cabin. He leaned against the door for a while, and then smiled, hiseyes twinkling. He pushed himself off the door and strode into the bedroom. Victoria still

sat on the bed but she didnt acknowledge his presence until he was right in front of her.

Where is Henry?

Who? She looked mildly irritated and her fists were clenched on her lap.

You know you really must dispense with this habit you have of making me repeat

myself. You heard what I asked so where is he?

Well I would imagine hes in England. She said it nonchalantly, somewhat enjoying

her paltry victory.

You got on this ship in his stead?

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I suppose you were going to leave me without a cabin boy when you left here. Was that

on your own whim or was it, too, a stipulation in your agreement with your friend?

I didnt think you would require a cabin boy with your already extensive crew.

Then perhaps we might stop that sentence at think because the job position wouldnthave been created if there were no need for it. In any case, since you have been so good

as to force your presence on my ship, I think it would be fitting ifyou replaced Henry.Not only would it be an educating experience but Im sure that by the time we reach theislands, youll better appreciate the need for cabin boys.

She rose swiftly to better meet his, now laughing, eyes but he pushed her down

unceremoniously.

Sit down and, please dont attempt to get up again. Im not quite finished, you see.

You arrogant cur, you surely cannot be serious.

Oh but I am very serious. But do let me finish. You may continue in your disguise butyou will be Henrys replacement, Victor.

I am not going toserve you in any way. I refuse to do that.

I was quite sure you would but Im not asking you, I am merely telling you.

So you intend to force me to do this? What will you doyour lordship?

Well I dont think theres call for anything drastic. I will simply ensure that everymember of the ton is aware of this voyage when we return to England. Dont look soshocked now. I dont intend to do that unless you refuse my request.

Your request or your order? Cant you see that I wont do this? Or perhaps you dont

understand me. Je ne veux pas le faire! You are worse than vile to threaten to destroy myreputation but then what could I have expected from a pampered, insensible cad such as

yourself.

Yes, what could you have expected? Did you expect something, Miss Eden? I would

imagine you picked out my ship not knowing who I was. He smiled at the slightly

apprehensive look that came into her eyes then died a second later.

Ive heard of you, Ardsley. The ton does talk, you know.

Yes, but Im sure an innocent debutante, such as yourself would only hear the brighter

aspects of my life. And even if you did hear of my rakehell ways, that isnt what youreaccusing me of now, is it? No, dont answer that.


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I didnt intend to. She said, coldly.

He raised one supercilious eyebrow and observed her. You might consider changing

your attitude. I dont normally allow Henry to insult me and I dont intend to allow youthat privilege.

Did you not understand me when I said I would not do it?

You might think differently when we return to England and your father is drawn into

this scandal.

Youre despicable.

No, I only know how to bend people to my will. The more spoilt and rash they are, theeasier it is. He turned and was at the door before she called out that she would do what

he asked.

He turned back and smiled. I thought you might soon change your mind. Mister

Redburn is even now looking for you. And another thing, Victoria, or should I say Victor,he isnt the most patient of men either.

Chapter 7

Victoria watched his retreating back as sheer rage boiled within her. Could looks kill, the

earl would have been dead ere he stepped out of the room but as they could not,Victorias glare was wasted and died soon after Lord Ardsleys departure. She stood up,

somewhat shaky, and picked the kitten out of her hair. It attacked her cap next and she

half-heartedly wrested it from the felines miniscule teeth. Placing it on her head, shewalked over to the mirror to check her appearance. If she tilted the cap forward to shieldher eyes, she could pass for a twelve or thirteen year-old boy, be it a somewhat girlish-

looking one. She gave herself an unenthusiastic smile and tried to stand a little straighter

before she turned and practically marched to the door of the cabin. Ardsley was gone butshe still took one look around to be sure of the rooms emptiness, then taking one long

breath and letting it out, she opened the door and walked out. The sun hit her first, with a

blinding ferocity and then, while she was still blinking, something else hit her; the side ofher head exploded with pain and the only reason she didnt fall over was because she fell

back and slammed into the cabin door behind her.

Do you know Ive spent my entire morning looking for you, you young whelp?! Thevoice was largely uncouth and rang in her stinging ear. She was about to reply in slightkind when, from nowhere, apparently, she heard Ardsleys voice, smooth and perhaps

slightly more dangerous.

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My lord! Startled, he thought over what the earl had just said. Thisthis isnt

Henry...my lord?

No, Im notHenry. Im Victor Burton and I demand an apology this instant. Victoriahissed at him from beneath her cap. She had thought she had been angry at the earl before

but now all she wanted to do was gouge this mans eyes out with her fingernails. Hisstupefied look fueled her anger and she only stopped short of actually slapping him at

Ardsleys pointed look.

Doubtless, He stressed the word and gave her a more pointed look which she chose toignore. The lad is somewhat disorientated but I would advice you to tread carefully

around my cabin boy because I dont think I could afford to lose him in the islands. He

turned from Redburn and then, to Victoria, Victor, Id like a word with you.Reluctantly turning from the now glaring shipmate, she caught up with him as he climbed

the stairs up to the deck.

If you think, for one second, that that show of Sir Galahad-like kindness is going towork on me, then youve

I assure you the thought never crossed my mind but that isnt what I wanted to discuss.

Of course it isnt! Why discuss it when we can just sweep it under the carpet? You know

I never thought Id ever meet such a contemptible creature as yourself.

Will you just shut up? Damnation! You could talk the hind leg off a donkey! Im sorryabout what happened there as it wasnt your fault

And its yours.

However, He went on as though she had not spoken. I would not act like the spoiltbrat that you doubtless are dressed like this because not only will no one take you

seriously as a lady but, as a cabin boy, plenty will.

How dare you call me a spoilt brat!? I didnt think you would add hypocrisy to yoursterling qualities but there you are.

He stared down at her with one raised eyebrow then said slowly as though he were

controlling a very strong emotion. I wont defend myself to you because I dont need to.

I would offer you my most sincere apologies about Redburn if I thought you wouldaccept them but nonetheless I will have him with a prayer book for the rest of the voyage

if it will somewhat mollify you.

I dont need to be mollified! I need to get back to England! Oh whats the point? Hiseyes softened slightly and she turned away from him, angry at herself for breaking down

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This is a disaster. I was a fool to come up with this farce. You dont have to do any of

this

You monster! She turned back to him, her eyes blazing. Do you really think Im goingto discard this disguise now, after every rapscallion in England has seen me? Thank you,

my lord! Im sincerely grateful for your charitable reconsideration!

His eyes hardened as he gazed down at her furious eyes. And then you go and prove me

wrong.

Prove you wrong? I would hate to do anything of the sort. Especially if it involves yourbeing a fool.

Will you lower your voice? If you havent noticed, you are regarded as a cabin boy on

this ship and unless you care to correct that situation anytime soon, you ought to refrain

from insulting my person. You see, cabin boys generally dont do that. He hissed.

I will do, Ardsley, exactly what I wish.

I see there is still some misunderstanding. He said, coldly. I myself will treat you

exactly as I would an impertinent cabin boy.

Is that a threat sir?

No. It is a promise. You are a cabin boy as long as you are not within my cabin.

Turning from her, he continued up the stairs, throwing over his shoulder, Is that notjust

the perfect irony. You will receive instructions from Mr. Willishes the fellow with thered hair.

Victoria stood for a moment, trying to control her anger then an odd thought floated into

her head. You are a cabin boy as long as you are not within my cabin. What the devil hadhe meant by that? Surely he didnt have some worse design in mind than this. She rubbed

her left ear, tenderly and felt her anger renew. He wasnt even largely penitent! WheneverI get off this ship I truly intend to throw the blackguard in Newgate.

Are ye alrigh lad? Dat Redberns a brute. If the capn dinna forbid fighn board ship,

Aid be da firs ta take im on. De names Willis by da way. Ian Willis. Come now les

ave a look at ye.

She found herself being turned around and looked up to face a veritable giant.

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Yer a small un. Ye canna be moren twelve if yer dat een. Victoria stared at his chest,

feeling him studying her and wondering if she was meant to reply. He gave no indication

of this so she remained silent. Well lad wat do dey call ye?

Victor She stopped, having forgotten her extemporaneous surname.

Dat hit in da head did some damage. The Scot asked with a grin that belied his mildly

concerned expression. She looked up at him quizzically, affecting an expression she had

found exasperating only moments ago when it was worn by a certain captain. The manstepped back in mild surprise and then burst into loud and rumbling laughter which only

had her looking more puzzled.

When his laughter did subside it was only to be replaced by a coughing fit. Unsure of

what to do Victoria made an attempt to bang him on the back but she was sure she wasnthelping at all until he stopped abruptly and looked at her curiously. Instinctively she

pulled her cap down over her eyes and swallowed before she asked, Are you alright?

This seemed to distract him as he gave a short chuckle and Victoria asked, hastily,

Youre not going to start laughing again, are you?

Nae lad. Dya know dat right den ye could ave been a monarch, wit dat expression onyer face. Ah jes remembered ma Ellie used ta do dat.Anshe used ta dress in menskilts. He had a nostalgic expression on his face but at Victorias look of horror, which

was actually because of the uncanny coincidence between his story and her situation, heimmediately looked repentant. Ah wasna laughing at ye lad so dinna take offense. Come

on nowan be free wi me; Ah hear Ahm a good friend ta ave. Victoria belatedly

remembered that as a boy sheshouldhave taken offense to being compared to a girl but

was already turning away, telling her hed give her layout of the ship. She followed him,pulling down her cap and wondering how many mishaps like that could occur before

someone noticed anything odd about her.

xx

I have always wondered what marvels lurked at the very bottom of the ocean. Hidingand waiting for the unsuspecting fool who would dive into the comforts of their home.

The earl turned to glance at his first mate, Devlin Worth, and then turned back to face the

churning waters, a small smile creeping across his face.

What condescension you have for those who would discover what you merely wonderabout. He said simply.

How glibly you support those who merely seek progression for the sake of progress.

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I would point to necessity but one who does not know need would surely not

comprehend such a thing.

How hypocritical of you to allude to my wealth as a reason for inherent ignorance. Butthen hypocrisy is what often sparks these unnecessary disputes.

Unnecessary they may be but you cannot deny that they do provide some entertainment.

Despite your inferior intellect you do alleviate the burden of boredom that always seems

to weigh upon me for the duration of these journeys.

I wonder sometimes why I do not toss you overboard while on these boring journeys.Accidents have been known to happen.

His friend smiled, indeed he looked ready to burst out laughing, and then said, Why

because you would have to jump in after me soon afterwards, when you have been forced

to bear one day on this ship without my superior wit.

You count yourself too dearly; Ravenswood and Burleson are only two of many who

would provide interesting conversation. Besides that, this journey happens to come with

its own entertainment. All in one delectable package.

Ill forget the fact that you just insulted me if you would be so good as to explain thatlittle bit of information.

I apologize if the truth offends you, dear Devlin. James said, with an amused look in

his eyes that belied the sincerity of his statement. As to being so good as to explain

myselfwell I dont believe I have ever been so good, as you should know, and Im not

quite sure I wish to start now. Particularly not with one who considers me of inferiorintellect.

What the devil do you mean by that?

I need a hammock or something of the sort in my cabin. I would say another bed but Imnot feeling particularly kind at the moment and it should prove entertaining.

What should prove entertaining? And why the bloody hell do you need a bed or

hammock in your cabin?

For my cabin boy, of course.

Of course. And I must say hope that sounds to you perfectly normal since I find itperfectly ridiculous. Ive known you to be almost unnecessarily kind to your cabin boy

but, in the hope that I dont sound overly curious, whence this sudden need for him to

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Well I would, under normal circumstances, agree with you but I doubt very much even

she would have the constitution to sleep with my crew.

The earl could feel his friend staring at him but he maintained his composure, merelywatching, with an affectation of boredom, the sun sink, slowly, into the horizon.

I could have sworn that I misheard you had you not stressed that word but, for the sake

of clarification, could you repeat that?

What part, the fact that I would agree with you under normal circumstances or the fact

that my cabin boy would not appreciate sleeping with my crew.

The part, James, Worth said, through clenched teeth, About your cabin boy being

female.

Oh that. It came as a surprise to me too. He glanced at Devlin, who looked ready to

burst with questions or with more appropriate names for his friend, smiled slightly, andthen turned back to the water only to burst into long held back laughter.

Dont look at me like that, Devlin, old boy. He said, recovering himself. You look like

youre about to go into a fit. She isnt really my cabin boygirlwhatever. Shes

apparently here by accident. Which means, of course, that some how Im going to have tobe the gentleman and protect her honor and see that she is returned home safely and

whatever nonsense.

You didnt kidnap some lords wife, did you? Devlin said, slowly.

No, of course not. First of all, that isnt my style at all, more your line of work. To this,Worth looked mildly sheepish. And in any case I had no idea she was here until thismorning.

You were drunk when you brought her?

Are you daft? I didnt bringher. She sneaked in here dressed in some borrowed garband I found her in my cabin.

Soshe was drunk?

No she wasntno, I dont bloody know if she was drunk. Look, I only told you thisbecause I want you to keep an eye on her. Not like that, you half wit. He said the last in

response to the speculative gleam that suddenly sparked in Devlins eyes. I honestlydont mean for her to do any work, any real work, apparently shes a lady of some sort

and I doubt seriously if she would know the right end of a bucket, but I dont want to be

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So Im to be the lowly henchman. Not so sure if I like that job but then again this could

prove a most interesting opportunity. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, a

grin plastered on his face that only got wider at James look of disgust.

I dont know how I stand you, Devlin. Accidents have been known to happen.

Yes, indeed they have. But then again, you did promise my brother.

Mores the pity. Another thing. Redburn seems to have an excess of time on his hands.

See that he spends it with a prayerbook.

Any particular reason? Not that I mind but it would seem rather odd coming fromnowhere.

Slapping him on the back, James said with a smile, Oh Im sureyou can find a reason.With your superior intellect, that should be quite easy.

Turning from the older man, Worth walked away grumbling, And I suppose him hating

me isnt a problem.

It comes with the job, Worth, my boy, it comes with the job. James laughed at his

retreating back.

xx

Did I mention the fact that this vessel is obscenely large? I havent been so lucky as to

grace the decks of many ships but even with my limited knowledge of crafts I can

surmise that this is a particularly large one. That being said I see no reason, nogoodreason why anyone would consider walking up, down and around it. Mr. Willis wouldhave to show me everything from the kitchens to the bathing facilities I would be morelikely to dive into the ocean than use what I will politely refer to as a communal bathing

house. My feet were more than ready to give way! I suppose I was meant to get the lay

of her but since I spent half the time shielding my face and the other half looking awayas curious sailors tried to get a look at me, I am more than likely to get lost here

tomorrow than anything. And there he is laughing. She cast a baleful look at the captain

who seemed in conversation with a man slightly shorter than he was and certainly much

younger. He wore his charcoal locks long, in what Victoria assumed was an imitation ofthe captains and, from what she could see; he had the same aristocratic tilt to his nose.

He could have been the earls brother, they were quite similar in visage, but his greeneyes and the almost mischievous expression he sported made him look quite tropical andvery much the budding rake.

He would be enjoying this, wouldnt he? She continued to herself, slipping through a

somewhat narrow passage way to the port side of the ship; where she allowed herself a

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He couldnt let me go. He just had to be an arrogant strutting peacock. Stubborn mules!

Thats what they all are.

Do you always talk to yourself or is this a particularly special moment?

Chapter 9

So youve come to gloat. I would have thought that beneath even you but then I should

by now be prepared to expect the worst. She didnt turn as she said this. Instead she let

out a long breath and continued staring at the speck of land she was almost sure wasEngland.

I would hope that in the very short time Ive known you, I wouldnt have done anything

to give you such a bad opinion of me. If I have I must offer my most sincere apologies.

She turned sharply to the man beside her and, although after hed spoken the second time,

shed heard the slight, almost imperceptible, difference between his voice and Ardsleys,she was still surprised to find the he was notthe earl.

You both sound uncannily alike. She remarked slowly as she examined him more

closely. She had to tilt her head back to do it and she wondered irritably if all the men of

the ship were a foot taller than herself. In a, by then, practiced motion, she pulled her capdown almost over her eyes as she did this.

You neednt try to disguise yourself with me. And Im sure there will be time aplenty to

determine if Thornton and I are related. Its Devlin, by the way. Devlin Worth.

She started to apologize for her rudeness in staring; heaven knew shed been doing thattoo much as it were, before his first statement caught her attention.

That goat. She said, wishing she had the earl on a rack.

Goat? Devlin asked, curious.

I assume he told you who I was. She spat. That acrimonious rake.

Well he did tell me you werent what one would expect the usual cabin boy to be. Hewas grinning but, at her murderous expression, quickly continued, his grin dying.Though I dont think he did it out of spite. After all he wanted me toensure that you

didnt get into anyyoure not his mistress by any chance?

Is this experience to be one insult after another? No dont answer that. I doubt seriouslythat you could to my satisfaction. No, I am not Ardsleys mistress and I am not a whore,

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everything else I might ever tell you. So he sent you to ensure I didnt somehow poison

his food while taking it to him? Ive just been informed that that is one of the duties I will

be performing. Did he also tell you where I would be sleeping? Or will I be joining hisunctuous crew?

Devlin stood staring at her for a moment, feeling remarkably as if he was back in theschoolroom with one of his tutors scolding him for some offense. He opened and shut his

mouth trying to remember what hed been about to tell her. She sighed then, hershoulders drooping, a somewhat sheepish expression on her face.

Im sorry, She began. I shouldnt have gone at you like that. None of this is your fault.

And I suppose these men are not so awful; they were actuallyquitefriendly. I just

Her throat constricted painfully and she blinked rapidly, trying to stop her eyes fromleaking. Devlin watched her uncomfortably. Hed at first thought he wanted nothing to do

with her, whoever she was. A small part of him still felt it would be best if she were kept

at arms length that tongue of hers could cut through steel but he also felt a strong urgeto comfort her. She looked so damnably small and beaten right then. He fished around in

his pocket and, finding a handkerchief, handed it to her.

She took it without comment and blew loudly. He couldnt help chuckling at that. She

joined him after a few more snorts. Soon they were both laughing, a helpless relieved sortof laughter. She stopped first.

I really am sorry for acting like a shrew. I assure you it was an act; Im not usually like

that. I think the sea air has something to do with it. She ended this with a rueful smile

and then extended her hand to him.

I dont know if I should kiss your hand or shake it. He said accepting her gesture.

She solved that problem by taking his hand which held hers and pumping it up and down.

Friends then? He asked, his eyes growing oddly darker and making her uncomfortably

aware that he might mean something more than that.

Yes. Friends. She said, firmly. Despite these strange circumstances.

She made an attempt to pull her hand out of his and he let go, startled, as though he

hadnt realized hed been holding on.

Would you care for something to eat? He asked, taking a step backward. Im sorry I

didnt think of it earlier. That you may not have eaten, I mean.

Oh dont worry yourself. I actually had a very rousing meal with some of the crew. It

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an attempt to establish a light atmosphere. I fear I overindulged and really can't eat

anything more.

Of course. Then perhaps youd like something to drink. James has

Ardsley! Oh dear. I didnt notice it had gotten so dark. Im supposed to take dinner tothe awful cad. Which way is the Kitchen?

You neednt

I dont know what hes told you but I am really not a guest here and I must keep my

endwell never mind. Could you just tell me where the kitchen is? She looked abouther trying vainly to remember the large and bustling place Willis had shown her.

Ill take you there. And Iwill deal with his lordships dinner. You neednt worryyourself about it. Ill see that its done without your having to carry any trays around. He

looked to be deep in thought and was already walking towards what Victoria hoped wasthe kitchen.

That really isnt necessary, She began tentatively.How does one refuse such agenerous offer? You see, I have to do thisits a matter of obligation.

He didnt seem to have heard her and kept walking looking around as though in search of

something. Victoria had the sinking feeling he didnt know where the kitchen was andfaltered in her step. He noticed thatand turned to her impatiently. What? He asked, ashe noted her mulish expression and her crossed arms.

Do you know where youre going or are you hoping to find the place by accident?Amusement glinted in her eyes as he seemed to consider her question. His answersurprised her, though.

Well I wasnt quite sure but I felt perhaps that you wouldnt mind to Thornton having a

late dinner. She wasnt sure whether to laugh at that statement. She saw the mischief inhis eyes and thought that he must have been serious. She opened her mouth to tell him

that although she didnt care too much if Ardsley ate at all, she could well imagine that

his reaction to that would not be too pleasant, but he stopped her with a raised hand. I

only jested. Its right here around the corner with the

coil of rope. She finished for him. Yes, now I remember Mr. Willis telling me that.

Ill get his meal. No, dont start; Cook will doubtless be having a fit by now and will

more than likely do you bodily harm if you just walk in there. He smiled good-naturedly

and walked briskly towards the kitchen letting her follow him or not. She dogged hisfootsteps, shaking her head and wondering whether she would have to wrestle with him

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It turned out to be two trays, heavily laden with dishes of covered food. She watched,

incredulous, as Devlin came out, one tray in each hand.

I realized as I dodged Cooks pans to retrieve these that I dont even know your name.Care to enlighten me?

VictoriaBurke. She said, impatient with his nonchalance. You really dont have to

do this.

Yes, I really must. First, I really dont think the earl intended you to do any hauling

about. Second, I couldnt live with myself if I let you carry these things. In any case Idoubt seriously that you could even lift one of them. Hes dining with Marlowe I

believeand myself, though he might not be so eager to see me soon.

It isnt your fault his stomach will have to wait a little longer. She said, lengthening her

stride to keep up with him as they neared the captains cabin. And you are not going in

there with those. She added coming to stand in front of him. Ill carry the damnedthings in one by one if I have to.

You dont have to

Devlin. Please. Youve helped so much and I cannot thank you enough but this issomething I must do. He looked as if he would refuse but after sighing he bent and

placed both trays on the floor. Ill go in and you can come in a few seconds after.

Thank you. The last thing I need is for that odious man to say Im not keeping my endof this agreement. Standing to the side of the door, she watched him enter and sent him a

reassuring smile. He left the door slightly ajar, of which Victoria was glad, and she stoodthere a while as she eyed the trays. Unless she pushed them in, she would have to take thedishes in singly.

Bracing herself she picked one up that she hoped would not be too heavy. It was heavierthan she expected but she could lift it with some dignity. Pushing the door open with her

elbow, she entered the cabin.

Six or seven candles in golden holders were lit and their flickering lights danced around

the room. The three men sat silently and Victoria didnt doubt their eyes were on her butshe stared straight ahead and, reaching the table, placed the dish on it without a word. She

turned and left the room for one more.

James watched her speculatively. He thought, surely that no one could think she was a

boy. Those hips, swaying gently made him want to groan. Like a queen, shed come inand bestowed upon their poor selves the dish. Marlowe looked ready to jump out of his

chair, he thought with some amusement. The girl had nerve, hed have to give her that. It

might, however, get her into some trouble with his men. He frowned, rememberingRedburn. His hands had positively itched to break the mans nose. Hed been no better,


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his conscience put in. He shouldnt have struck her; hed never reacted with violence to

any woman before. But then no woman had ever called his mother a whore. Indirectly or

otherwise.

She entered again and this time their eyes met. Hed thought shed pul

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