by Sophia James
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By morning, though, the weather had worsened and the boat pitched and rose even more fiercely than the night before. Claire was awoken by Rebecca knocking on the door of her own cabin. She rose and had difficulty crossing the room to answer the door to admit her new friend. They looked even more alike, both in their nightclothes, their hair loose about their shoulders.
‘I checked on Nolan,’ Rebecca said. ‘She is even more ill today. I also saw the seaman who brings our food. He said we must stay below.’ She lifted her arm. ‘I brought your bag.’
Claire had packed a clean shift, her brush and comb, and a small bar of soap for the boat trip. The small trunk that held the rest of her clothing was stowed away. The dress she’d wear again today was draped over one of the chairs.
‘We can help each other dress,’ Rebecca said.
Dressing was a challenge, though. They had difficulty staying on their feet and the pitcher of water for washing had mostly spilled on to the floor. They managed to get into their shifts and corsets, and Claire reached for her dress.
Rebecca stopped her. ‘Oh, do let us continue our masquerade. It was such a lark.’
Claire did not need much convincing. She’d relish wearing Rebecca’s lovely dress again and having her hair in curls.
As the day crept on, though, their impersonation of each other was forgotten. It was clear the ship was in very rough waters. A seaman did attend them, bringing food and drink, but his face seemed pinched in worry.
‘A bad storm brewing,’ he told them.
* * *
Lucien had spent most of the day on deck, though he had no control over the lack of decision by the Captain. Curse naval discipline! It was clear to him that the ship could founder at any moment. The time was past to do anything to prevent it.
He ran over to the Captain. ‘Give the order to abandon ship! Get these passengers into the boats while there is still time.’ They were near the coast. The boats might make it to shore.
‘Yes, yes.’ The man’s face was ashen. He suddenly clutched his arm and his face contorted in pain. He collapsed on the deck.
‘Blast,’ Lucien cried. He grabbed one of the men to attend to the Captain and another to see that the order to abandon ship was given. He ran to the cabins to get the passengers to safety.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and Lucien watched lightning travel down the main mast. It split in two and crashed on to the deck.
Time was running out. He dashed back to the cabins and burst into the next one.
He found the lady and her companion. He’d learned the lady was Lady Rebecca Pierce, sister to the Earl of Keneagle. Certainly that had been a surprise. The other woman was a governess. But he had no time to lose.
‘Come above,’ he commanded. ‘We must abandon ship. Bring nothing.’
Lady Rebecca jumped to her feet, but the governess defied his order and pulled a reticule from her satchel. He’d still not seen her face.
‘Come on!’ he ordered.
When they reached the stairs, the governess shoved the reticule into the lady’s hands. ‘Here. Take this,’ she said. ‘I’ll be right behind you. I’m going to get Nolan.’
‘Miss!’ Lucien yelled to her. ‘We must leave now.’
‘I will be right behind you,’ she called over her shoulder.
‘Blast!’ He pushed the lady up the stairs and seized her arm when they climbed on deck.
The deck was in shambles. Ropes and sails and smashed wood everywhere. The main mast lay like a fallen soldier in the midst of it all.
‘To the boats!’ he ordered, still gripping her arm.
He pulled her over the debris to the railing, but as they reached it, the ship dipped. A huge wave, as tall as a mountain rose above them.
God help them. Lucien wrapped his arms around her.
The wave engulfed them and swept them into the swirling sea.
Copyright © 2019 by Diane Perkins
ISBN-13: 9781488047121
The Cinderella Countess
Copyright © 2019 by Sophia James
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