Arrogance & Conceit

Who is that Mysterious Man staying at Thanet Manor?

John Cassaway was sold as an indentured servant in the Saint Lucy parish on the island of Barbados.  Living in a thatched roof hut on the Cotz sugar plantation, he learned to live with African slaves, was kept warm by the arms of an African woman and eventually fell in love with a slave owner’s daughter.  His life was exhausting, mundane till he caught yellow fever.

There is a surprise in-store for the Duke and Duchess of Norwin.

Book 3 in a series of maritime fiction.  Includes crossover characters from Dare To Love, A Matchless Match, and Impropriety.  Read The Hollinger Series today!

Title: Arrogance & Conceit
Published by: Ardent Artist Books
Series: The Hollinger Series #3
Release Date: 2018
Genre: , ,
Pages: 250
ISBN: 978-0982579763

Formats: Kindle, NOOK, 5x8 Paperback

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1798, Atlantic Ocean

A black sea.  Salt on his lips, his skin.  Water rushing over his arms and shoulders, the ocean is harsh and biting...

He had been hanging onto a pallet, a crate, a barrel, he could not tell, but it bobbed up and down with each wave and thrust.  Half in half out, his legs felt like dead-weight in the water.  He is fearful of what lies beneath.  A whale, a shark, a jellyfish, dolphins at play, a school of fish, seaweed.  The possibilities are endless, and the Devil plays with his mind and the probability.

Gazing up he knew he was looking at the vault of Heaven.  The only difference between the misty night and the murky ocean were the twinkling lights of millions of stars.  He could make out colors of blue, green and the occasional red, and the North Star, brighter than all the rest.  He remembered when his father sat the boys down aboard the Junia one evening to receive a lesson in celestial navigation.  The star Polaris, often called the “North Star” because of its proximity to the north celestial pole was often used when navigating the Northern Hemisphere and special techniques could be used with Polaris to determine latitude.  He was befuddled back then on the reasons why he needed this knowledge but was glad he paid attention cause the North Star was to the right of him and he knew he needed to go left.

Trying to focus did no good.  Inches away or hundreds of kilometers, it made no difference.   There was nothing around him and the Junia was sailing further and farther away.  He could still see her.  A dim oil lamp one of the crew hands left hanging from one of her masts.  It calls to him, taunts him, teases him that the ship was steadfast and still out of his reach.  He tried to paddle towards it, but the more he strained, the further it drifted.

He felt a bump below his makeshift dinghy.  It caused him to lift up his legs, his feet and above the support causing him to climb up onto the wood, lying horizontal and across.  It was an Oak keg, he realized and hung onto it for dear life.

He turned towards the light again, it was fading on the horizon.  Despair spread through his veins and he was afraid of dying, drowning in the frigid, inky salt water.  He felt like crying but doesn’t.  He had to stay strong if he was to survive, but the tears come anyways, and he feared his outcome was just too grave and was meant to die no matter what.

Funny how you don’t think about survival when life is normal, but when you’re in a situation where life is threatened, you quickly test your endurance and Jordan instantly recalled when he was younger, his father brought all four boys out to Wilderbrand Lake on a boat and forced them all to jump in to test how long they could tread water.  Tommy was little, barely five and he had the most difficult time but kept his head above surface for nearly ten minutes.  Phillip was nine and he only lasted with twelve minutes, while Andrew, who was seven, beat him by an extra five.  Jordan was fifteen at the time and was expected to go beyond fifteen or so and although his legs were tired and weak, he made his father proud that day by treading the water for an hour and a half.

Closing his eyes, he started to pray.  He would be treading water for longer than an hour and a half, he quickly substantiated.  He was sure that he was already in deep sea for more than five hours and the awareness caused him to panic.  Floating, drifting, jerking to and from, he began to grieve for his parents and brothers who had lost their lives just hours ago.  Thinking of them drowning a lonely watery death brought forth further heartbreak and sobbing in full force.  Phillip, Andrew and Tommy were all now somewhere below him floating in an oceanic grave.

Gwendolyn, Nathaniel, her parents, his mother, father, brothers, family he would never ever see, hear or talk to again.