Fortune's Flames (2 page)

Eric shifted to his other foot and wet his lips before continuing, “I came to New Orleans right after you departed to get things prepared in London. Uncle Cameron had asked me to run this office of the company while he went to your wedding in September; they were planning a long visit to make certain everything went smoothly for you. I’m sorry about Daniel’s death, but I know you’ll have countless suitors when you get home.”

As if he had said something terrible, Eric quickly returned to his previous topic. “After the hurricane, there were workers to be paid, buildings to be repaired, and cargoes to be replaced. I sold everything I could get my hands on, Maren, but it wasn’t
enough. At that time, I didn’t know about Redford’s death, so I didn’t realize you would need the house, the jewels, and money. If I had known about your bad luck, I would have bankrupted this office and saved whatever I could for you.”

He smiled wryly. “Truthfully, I expected to find you happily married and rich enough to make me a loan. I’ve sunk nearly all I have into the New Orleans office to keep it alive until this war ends. I’ve worked hard to find men who’ll slip a few cargoes through the British blockade; that’s how I’ve managed to stay afloat.”

She reasoned, “If you’ve made it through the blockade several times before, why haven’t you fetched me sooner? And why couldn’t Papa have gotten at least one message to me? I’ve been frantic.”

“It was too risky, Maren. My schedules were tight, and my voyages were vital to America. We had to stay clear of Britain to avoid capture. I knew you were safe there. My crews and cargoes had to come first. Your parents wrote to you, but the letters didn’t get through.”

Maren knew her parents had loved her and had tried to contact her, but the war and distance had prevented them from succeeding, just as distance and slow means of communication between New Orleans and Washington had kept news of the outbreak of the war from reaching her before she had sailed so long ago.

Eric was saying, “You can study the books when we reach New Orleans, but you’ll see that only my
personal investment remains in James Shipping. I would turn it over to you, Maren, but it’s all I have. Besides, a man needs work more than a woman. How else can he marry and support a family?”

“But why did you sell the plantation? It was my home. And why didn’t its sale bring in enough money to settle father’s debts?” Maren inquired.

“The blockade, little cousin. Goods are of little value if you can’t export them. By the time your father learned about the war, he had already speculated on several owners’ crops. He would have made a fortune if the Royal Navy hadn’t prevented him from shipping them to foreign ports. Whole cargoes rotted on the wharf because we couldn’t ship them anywhere. We tried to sell as much as we could locally, but everyone was in the same predicament. Running a plantation requires lots of money, and your parents ran out of it for they had little or no income for nearly a year. Things were so bad during that first winter that your father sold whatever he could part with to feed his workers and servants. You can talk with the people in town; they’ll tell you how bad it was for him. Maybe death was a blessing, Maren. He was a proud man, and it would have destroyed him to lose everything.”

“Even if things were that terrible, Eric, Papa was not a quitter. He would have found some way to survive, to begin anew. A man isn’t to blame for a failure he cannot prevent.”

“Maren, Maren,” he chided softly. “You don’t know what it’s been like during your absence. Think
about it, a blockade of our entire Atlantic coast. War, little cousin. Lives lost in bloody battles. You’ve been spared the demands of the conflict. I saw Uncle Cam every day. I watched this war take its toll on him. He was helpless. Do you know what that does to a man?”

As she sipped the second sherry Eric had poured for her, her cheeks began to glow and she felt warm and tingly. It seemed that they were discussing strangers and another land. “If things are so bad, why didn’t you ask Grandfather for a loan?” she asked.

“The same James pride and stubbornness that our fathers had. I want to survive this mess by my own wits and skills. I want to prove myself to Grandfather and Murray and to our customers and competitors. This is the first big matter I’ve been allowed to handle; I can’t fail. If I told him why I needed the money, I would have to tell him everything. I don’t want him and Grandmother to learn about your father’s death until it’s necessary. If this mission is successful, I should get a reward, and our country will be saved. Captain Hull received a gold medal and fifty thousand dollars from Congress when the
Constitution
defeated the
Guerrière,
and Captain Jones was rewarded with a sword and twenty-five thousand dollars in prize money even though he lost his ship to the British. Surely this vital mission is worth a small reward and a medal. Murray will envy me.”

“How is Murray?” Maren had suddenly become curious about her other cousin.

“He’s probably fine by now. He wants to keep his
accident a secret because he broke his leg at a married woman’s house. I think it would be best if you don’t mention it to him, or to anybody, if you don’t mind.”

“I thought he was planning to be married soon.”

Eric laughed devilishly. “He is; that’s another reason why he wants his recklessness kept quiet.”

Maren was annoyed by his brother’s conduct because it revived memories of Daniel’s alleged deceits. Could no man, besides her father, be trusted? she wondered. How lucky she had been to have Cameron James as an example, and how fortunate to have such a special mother as Carlotta. Her parents had been strong, intelligent, caring people. And even if they had been ruined financially, they would have found other ways to survive and succeed. “If Murray loves her and plans to marry her, why would he do such a despicable thing?”

“Men take foolish risks when they’re about to be imprisoned for life. They become scared and do crazy things. But if I decided to take a wife, I wouldn’t cheat on her. I wouldn’t want to risk losing her. She would own my heart and soul.” He pretended to be embarrassed by his rash confession, thinking that would endear him to her, but recalling Daniel’s shortcomings, he quickly changed the subject. “This has been a hard morning for you. Why don’t you rest for a while? I’ll let you know when it’s time to eat.”

“Yes, I do need to relax and think,” Maren agreed.

After Eric left the cabin, she went over his words several times, and the brunt of them struck her. Alone. It was true; her parents were lost to her
forever. She covered her face with quivering hands and wept. Later she would make plans; now she simply needed to release her tension and grief.

Eric stood at the ship’s railing with his righthand man. Horben Wolfe’s flaming hair whipped about his ruddy face as his pale eyes gazed across the water, eyes which were almost colorless except for a slight tinge of ice blue. The big man’s burly frame was propped against the sturdy rail, and his arms were folded over his chest. Horben was at Eric’s side most of the time. He was his protector and cohort. No matter what Eric said or did to others, Horben trusted and obeyed him implicitly.

The redheaded man inquired, “Did she believe you?”

Eric laughed and responded, “Why wouldn’t she? We’ve been close friends for years. Maren’s smart, but she’s too trusting and gullible. Besides, there’s little chance she can learn the truth, and if she does, what can she do about it? If she becomes a problem, I know the perfect way to deal with her.”

“Are you still planning to get rid of your two brothers?”

“The sooner the better,” Eric replied coldly. “I’m tired of Murray’s bossiness and interference, and Marc’s a weak simpleton. I’ve done all the work and planning, I’ve kept the firm afloat; so I deserve to have all of James Shipping, not a third of it.”

“What about your grandfather? He still owns part
of the business, and we both know he would hang you if he discovered your secrets.”

Eric replied bitterly, “I left a letter telling my beloved grandparents about poor Cameron’s death. It should finish them off, or at least keep them out of my hair until it’s too late to interfere. I hope that news punishes them for placing Murray in full control of Father’s firm. The old beak nose never had any use for me, and the same was true of my dear departed father. In Colin James’s eyes, my father had only one son and heir: Murray. God, how I hate them all.”

“You still mad at your grandmother because she broke her promise to you?”

“Damn right, Ben! She lied about helping me with Grandfather. If she had kept her word, I would be half-owner with Murray right now, and her youngest son would still be alive…well, maybe Uncle Cameron wouldn’t be dead yet. I’ve proven I can handle the New Orleans firm better than anyone. I’d like to see them try to take it away from me,” he said, his green gaze cold and angry.

“I can’t allow anything or anyone to stand in my way, Ben, not even the American government. But we’ll have to be careful and clever. Too many James deaths in a short span will catch someone’s attention. Right now, Murray’s my main concern. He’s getting too inquisitive. After he’s gone, Marc won’t give me any sass or trouble. Even if Mother hadn’t made him into a weakling and a fool, he’s too grateful and scared to defy me. Before this year ends, the war should be over
and I’ll own everything, if there’s anything left.”

“With what you’ve got going, it doesn’t really matter which country wins this stupid war. You’re smart to cover all sides and to keep your identity a secret on this voyage. There shouldn’t be any trouble for us with you posing as James Slade and claiming Maren is your wife.”

Eric affectionately slapped Horben on the back and replied, “The smartest thing I ever did was to hire you, Ben.” They talked a while longer, then went below to eat.

Twenty-six-year-old Peter Thomas stepped from behind a large capstan and several barrels, and was relieved that the deck was not cluttered with men. The sandy-haired seaman wished he had been close enough to eavesdrop, but it had been impossible to get nearer to the two men without being sighted and questioned. Fortunately he had been in Charleston when Captain Canton had hired the crew for this unusual, and suspicious, voyage to Britain. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. As soon as possible, he must report to the President to suggest having someone spy on James Slade and Horben Wolfe… and perhaps on that beautiful wife James Slade had retrieved from London….

Two weeks passed uneventfully aboard the ship. From recent reports, most of the fighting was being done along the Atlantic coast and around the Great Lakes. To avoid the coastal blockade, Eric’s ship had
sailed southwest from Britain. They were to pass near the West Indies before entering the Gulf of Mexico and proceeding to New Orleans, after putting in at one of the Caribbean islands.

Maren spent most of her time in Captain Thomas Canton’s quarters “to prevent trouble with any beauty-smitten sailor.” Only the Captain and first mate knew who she and Eric were, for the crew had been signed on in Charleston and Savannah to insure secrecy for this vital mission.

Once each morning and evening, she was allowed a stroll on deck in the company of the captain or her cousin. Her meals were taken in her borrowed quarters, but she was joined at dinner by Eric, Horben, and Captain Canton. Often they would play games, usually card games or “toss the ring,” but sometimes they would talk or read aloud. Confined most of the time, Maren enjoyed these evening meals and visits, except for Horben Wolfe’s presence. There was something about the man she did not like or trust. Perhaps it was his piercing stare which made her uneasy.

During one stroll, she and Eric had discussed her problems. It was odd, but her losses seemed unreal to her. She often found herself getting excited and thinking she would soon see her parents and her home. She went over her first conversation with him in detail, but even after she reminded herself that her parents no longer existed, she could not believe it or accept it. She knew she would not until she viewed the evidence. Each day she occupied her hands and
thoughts with other things, refusing to torment herself with such an incredible loss.

Nine more days passed slowly, the air warming as they sailed southward. As they approached the tropical islands, laziness began to lap at everyone much like the gentle waves lapped against the ship’s hull. During the day, the sky was clear and the sun reflected almost painfully off the seemingly endless stretch of trouble-free water. Sometimes dolphins traveled alongside them, and Maren watched the playful sea creatures from the cabin window. At other times, she studied the men as they tended to their tasks, often forgetting her presence and talking more boldly than they should about certain subjects. She covered her mouth many times to keep from laughing aloud as they discussed women and life. Such eavesdropping was informative and amusing, so she did it frequently.

At night, she heard the canvases popping in the wind, and she listened to the singing of the sailors as they sipped their daily ration of grog and entertained themselves below deck. Often she peered out at the star-filled heavens which inspired a feeling of loneliness and hunger in her, a desperate yearning to be held in protective arms. Sometimes she felt stranded in time, breathlessly waiting for some magical clock to begin ticking once more and to free her from limbo.

On some days and nights, grief plagued her; but most of the time, her losses remained unreal. Since
Eric slept in the same cabin on a cot, she hoped her tossings did not disturb his slumber. At least she had avoided trouble with the sailors, thanks to her alleged marriage to “James Slade,” the man who was “considering purchasing this ship and hiring her crew” if she successfully ran the blockade. Yet, Maren found one handsome sailor’s gaze on her many times during her strolls. He was a hazel-eyed man named Peter Thomas.

Maren wondered where the British gold was hidden and whether Eric could get it safely to America. It had been a matter of weeks since she had learned of her parents’ deaths, and she needed something to occupy her mind, to stimulate her imagination, to fill her dreams. It was exhilarating to know about Eric’s patriotic mission and to plan ways to help America win this war before more precious blood was spilt. She was not wholly surprised by Eric’s feat, for he had always done things to get attention. She recalled the many letters from Eric’s mother, Elizabeth, telling her own mother about Eric’s most recent antics. Yet Maren had always found her first cousin to be charming and exciting company, much as Daniel had been.