Pirate of My Heart

  Copyright © 2011 by Jamie Carie Masopust

  All rights reserved.

  Printed in the United States of America

  978-0-8054-4815-3

  Published by B&H Publishing Group,

  Nashville, Tennessee

  Dewey Decimal Classification: F

  Subject Heading: LOVE STORIES SEA STORIES ADVENTURE FICTION

  Scripture quoted from the King James Version.

  Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  To Patricia and Roger Thompson

  (Aunt Pat and Uncle Roger)

  I didn’t realize when I married Tony that he would bring such wonderful people into my life. Your love and support over the years has meant the world to us. We are so blessed to have you in our family. Roger can still be “the duke” but I hope you both like pirates too! This one is for you!

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Dear Reader

  Discussion Questions

  Prologue

  Arundel, England—1777

  The gray clouds of dawn shivered against the paned glass of the castle, shrouding the three figures at the side of the four-poster bed in an eerie light. The raging storm of the night before had settled into a dreary misting rain though an occasional jagged flash of lightning flaunted its power, not yet ready to relinquish its right to ravish the leaden sky. Dim light clung to the faces of those inside the bedchamber where the very walls seemed to echo the anguish felt inside the room.

  All that could be heard in the chamber was the shallow, labored breathing of the one abed. A frail creature, now, pale and lifeless after the travails of childbirth. The others included the old family doctor, Radley, who hovered beside his patient and friend of many years with a strained look in his eyes. Hovering in the shadows was Bridget, the lady’s long-standing nurse and companion. But their suffering was not to be compared to the tall, handsome gentleman who knelt at the woman’s bedside, her hand clasped in his; a haunted look in his eyes that attested to the fact that he, too, feared the end was near for his beloved.

  He gazed down at the limp form of his wife. She lay so still, so pale, sunk into the feather mattress as if she’d become a part of it. In a matter of hours she’d become a shallow breathing shell of the bright and glorious woman she had once been. How was he to live without her? His heart spasmed with the thought.

  He held his breath as her thin, white eyelids opened to reveal pain-racked eyes the color of bluebells. She exerted a small strength in squeezing his hand while a serene smile played at her lips. Her voice was a weak whisper. “I will not be leaving you forever, my darling. Our daughter will grow strong and always be a symbol of the love we shared.”

  “No.” Edward groaned in anguish, his head falling forward, his hand clasping tight as if to force his strength into her. “I will not let you go.”

  “Love her, Edward. Love her with all that you are.” Lady Eileen closed her eyes seeming to gather what little strength she had to continue speaking. A small, whimpering sound came from the shadows of the room where Bridget held the newborn babe to her bosom. Lady Eileen opened her eyes at the sound. “Please, let me hold my sweet child.”

  The nurse skirted around the bed with the tiny bundle, her eyes bright with tears. “She’s the mos’ beautiful of babes, my lady, truly she is.” She laid the wee babe in her mother’s fragile arms.

  His wife stared down at their daughter and then looked up at him. Her voice became fierce but still so quiet Edward had to lean in to catch the words. “This one has a special purpose in life and I expect you all to care for her as I would have.”

  Edward could only nod, mute and staring, aching with grief.

  “I have one more request to ask of you, my love.” Her breath rasped in and out causing the panic in Edward’s stomach to claw into his chest like a nightmare’s hand, but he nodded for her to continue and clung to her hand.

  “My greatest joy in life has been you. I want her to find love, someone to share her life with who is as kind, as loving and wonderful as I have had in you.” She rested a moment before continuing. “Let her choose, Edward, do not make a match for her. I know it is right.” She gasped for a final breath. “I’ve made provision. In my will . . . no entailments, Edward. Give her the dragonfly brooch as a promise from me that I will be looking down from heaven to keep her safe.”

  “Of course, my darling, anything you ask I will do.”

  A small smile touched Eileen’s lips as she gazed at their beautiful child for the last time. With a single tear sliding down her cheek, she kissed the light fuzz on the child’s head. “I love you.” She breathed the words with her last breath, barely audible, and then she went still.

  Edward collapsed over her limp hand still clutched in his strong one. “No,” he cried with ragged breath. He brought the hand to his cheek, soaking it with his tears, willing her to come back to him.

  Chapter One

  Arundel, England—1796

  Kendra stopped halfway down the path that led to the stables, happiness lifting her heart at the autumn scene. The leaves had turned into a crimson, sunny yellow and carroty riot of color, as if a magician had waved a wand during the night and created a new world. She stepped across the lawn, feeling the kind of happiness that burst against the walls of her chest, stopping long enough to turn in slow circles so to watch the waving leaf show. She closed her eyes, still slowly twirling, and smiled up toward heaven, humming a simple song of praise to God. The notes of her song danced around her and made a happy knot form in her throat. There was nothing she loved more than singing praises to God. Her father had instilled his love for God in her since she was a child—always making sure they had a curate in the village residence for weekly services at St. Nicholas Parish Church, praying with her each night before bedtime and teaching her Scriptures and hymns. Most of all, he’d been an example of someone who was temperate, kind, and patient. They had memorized the Scripture about the fruit of the Spirit—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control—and often reminded each other of the one they should practice when the occasion called for it. She wished so much to be like him, but sometimes her best intentions went awry and she fell short, far short of her father’s shining example.

  The sound of wheels crunching over dead leaves gave her pause. She stopped, turned toward the horseshoe drive at the front of the castle, and saw a shiny black post chaise carriage. Who could it be? They had not seen visitors in so long. Kendra hurried toward the entrance to meet their guest, then came to an abrupt stop and clasped her hands in front of her dress. She held her breath as a tall, handsome man sprang from the carriage. He was dressed in a double-
breasted waistcoat of navy wool with an intricately knotted necktie at his throat, cream-colored breeches, and matching hose. She lifted her gaze to his face. Her jaw dropped with surprise. The face staring back at her looked like the one in her bedchamber mirror each morning . . . except for the color of his eyes.

  Andrew Townsend matched his niece’s startled gape as he found himself looking into the younger, female version of himself. Surely this was not Edward’s daughter! She could have been his own child. Recovering from his shock with more effort than he’d exerted in months, Andrew questioned the young lady. “And who might this lovely creature be? A relative of mine, perhaps?”

  She curtsied and smiled up at him. “I’m Kendra Townsend, sir, and who might you be?” Her smile was soft and contagious, so irresistible that Andrew found himself thawing in her presence.

  “I am Andrew Townsend, your uncle, my dear.” He held out his hand in greeting. “I am most pleased to finally meet you. It seems we bear a striking resemblance to one another.”

  “You’re very handsome,” she stated with bold-faced honesty.

  Andrew let out a bark of laughter. “Well. Thank you, I’m sure. Now, would you be so kind as to show me to your father? I have some business to conduct with him.”

  “Of course, sir,” Kendra replied as she reached for his arm. “You’re Papa’s brother, his twin, aren’t you?” Her eyes lit up as she led him through the front door, past an astonished butler, and down the wide corridor, the elegant carpet making silence of their footsteps. Just as well, the surprise element couldn’t hurt. It was impossible to gauge how his dear brother was going to react to his request.

  “Father will be in his study with his solicitor this time of day.” At her knock they heard a preoccupied “come in.”

  The Earl of Arundel sat behind an ancient desk with stacks of documents in front of him. Facing him was Mr. Walcott, the trusted family solicitor. Andrew hadn’t seen him in an age and a half. As they walked into the study, Edward’s face lit up with joy. Then, as he looked beyond her, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

  “Andrew?”

  Andrew put on his best smile and chuckled, walking forward toward his brother. He needed Ed to accept him back into the family fold and that might require some persuasion.

  “Great heavens, man, is it really you?” Edward came from behind the desk and greeted him with a handshake and an awkward hug that turned into a haphazard slapping against his shoulder. “You remember Parker Walcott.” He motioned to the man who had risen, eyes round behind his spectacles.

  “Yes, of course. How’s the family, Parker? Dorothy and the children doing well?”

  “Oh, very good, my lord, yes indeed. And yourself?”

  “After meeting my lovely niece here, I couldn’t be in better spirits,” Andrew replied. “Ed, why have you failed to mention our likeness in your letters? It nearly frightened us both out of our wits when we clapped eyes on one another.” The laughter in his voice was real this time.

  “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” Edward hastened to explain. “Until this moment I didn’t realize just how much you resemble each other.” He glanced from one to the other, astonishment and something disapproving—consternation perhaps—in his eyes before continuing. “Your eyes are more blue than her unusual shade of violet, but you’re quite right, you resemble twins more than you and I ever did. It’s remarkable, is it not?”

  Edward motioned for Andrew to have a seat. “Please, join us.” They both looked up at Kendra to find her staring at Andrew. Andrew winked at her as he plopped down in the chair beside Parker. Edward cleared his throat and frowned at his daughter. Obviously ol’ Ed didn’t want his daughter fawning over him. Not that Andrew could blame him. He had been the rake of the decade and everyone knew it. “Kendra, go down and have Willabee bring up some refreshments, please.”

  Kendra nodded but clung to Andrew’s side before she left. “How long can you stay Uncle Andrew? You should stay at least until the end of the week.” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

  “And what, pray tell, happens at the end of the week?” Andrew asked with a half grin that he’d been told sent the ladies into a swoon.

  “I’ve persuaded Papa to have a garden party.” Her eyes slid to her father before she continued. “He hates to entertain you know, but I’ve been so forlorn for company my own age since my friend Lucinda moved away that he’s feeling guilty and has agreed. Please say you’ll stay. Lady Tarlington’s girls will be absolutely speechless for once.”

  “I seem to recall a Lady Tarlington, lives down the way, only other gentry around here?” At Kendra’s nod Andrew chuckled with the memory. “A bit of a sourpuss. Are her girls as malicious and backbiting as she and her sisters used to be?”

  Kendra put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to suppress a horrified giggle.

  “Can’t offend them though,” Andrew continued with grave mirth, “must do our duty and invite the only other crème de la crème in the area, even though it is soured cream. Is that the dilemma you find yourself in, my dear?”

  “Papa says I must love them as the Bible says.” Kendra raised her brows in beseeching charm that he recognized as one of his own trademark moves. “But if you were there it would be ever so much easier. They will be nice in hopes of an introduction. Please say you’ll stay.”

  Andrew caught his brother’s gaze and asked in a soft voice, “Can you deny her anything?”

  Edward looked down and cleared his throat, a red flush filling his cheeks. “Very little, I’m afraid.”

  Swinging back to Kendra’s expectant gaze, Andrew mused, “I will have to give you your answer later, moppet, but I promise I’ll try.”

  That seemed to satisfy her as she gave him a happy nod and turned to leave the men to their business.

  “You’re going to have a devil of a time fighting off all the suitors at your door, Edward. She’s amazing,” Andrew remarked as he watched the whirl of Kendra’s skirts around the door as she left.

  Edward sighed. “I’ve already had my share of offers, but she’s just nineteen. I’m not ready to see her betrothed to anyone yet.”

  “I can understand why, she brightens up the old place.” Pausing, Andrew ran his fingers through his blond hair and added, “I was truly sorry about Eileen, Ed. I would have attended the funeral had I not been out of the county.”

  “I won’t pretend I was anything other than devastated. But time has a way of taking the edge off the grief and Kendra has taken care of the rest. I don’t know how I would have gone on if she had died with her mother.”

  Andrew didn’t know how to respond to his brother’s heart-wrenching revelation. Edward had aged in more than the receding hairline and creases around his mouth, it would seem. Andrew cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.

  Edward leaned across the desk, his hands clasped together. “Enough about me, what have you been doing with yourself these last fifteen years?”

  “A little of everything, I dare say. Traveled around a good bit.” The rake’s smile slid across his lips and he shrugged. “Been enjoying life with good drink, fine horseflesh, and beautiful women.”

  Edward shook his head in an older brotherly way. “I know only too well of your love for the worldly passions. It’s a life that will never satisfy you, you know. I have to hear of your exploits every time I’m in London. When will you settle down? Start a family of your own?”

  A bark of laughter escaped Andrew’s throat. Not here ten minutes and he was already getting the lecture. “Now is not a good time for thinking of that, Ed. I . . . uh, seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a jam.” Glancing at Parker Walcott, Andrew girded up his courage and rushed out the rest before his nerve failed him. “I was hoping to have a word with you, big brother. I have some business I would like to discuss.”

  Parker rose and gave a brief bow to both men. “I will bid you both good day, my lord. You and your brother have much catching up to do.”

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nbsp; After the door was closed, silence descended upon the room. Andrew braced his elbows on his legs and pressed his sweaty palms together.

  Edward broke the silence with a voice both grave and guarded. “What can I do for you, Andrew?”

  Shifting in the chair, Andrew ran a well-manicured hand though his blond hair, took a deep breath, and plunged into his story.

  It would seem Andrew had heard, through a reputable source, about an investment that was sure to make him a very wealthy man. The Brougham Company had been started to finance several voyages of trade to America with goods the colonists desperately needed. Five great ships had set sail over six months ago to deliver their goods. Andrew had invested all that he had and was given a great deal of credit as he bore the Townsend name.

  The first two ships had been attacked by pirates and overtaken. The following ship did not survive a great storm, and of the two that made it to America, one had perishables on it that were ill-packed, causing the contents to spoil, while the other had cheaper goods that even when sold at an exorbitant price did not come close to making up for the expense of the trip. “I’ve lost everything and my creditors are threatening Newgate Prison if I don’t come up with the funds.”

  Edward listened with sinking despair. It seemed fate would never grant his twin the power he so desperately coveted. “Of course I will help you, Andrew. Have your creditors send me the contracts and I will take care of them.” He paused before continuing in a fatherly tone. “I understand you want to handle matters on your own, but please consider consulting me or even Parker Walcott before plunging into a scheme like this in the future.” Edward pressed his lips together with that eagle-eyed stare that always made Andrew squirm in his chair. “I could have had the company investigated for you, at the very least.”