A sweet tidbit from the Captain’s Rose . . .
It all seemed a logical solution, and the only
feasible one, but Jayce wasn’t surprised by the tears that leaked from the
corners of his eyes into his hair as he stared at the ceiling above him. For a
moment he desperately wanted a drink, but he reminded himself of the drawbacks
and forced the temptation away.
Later in the day, Jayce felt better just
being with Meg and Elizabeth. She had suggested a picnic on deck, and most of
the crew joined them. Observing her with her bonnet blowing in the wind, her
little daughter at her side, laughing at the tasteless jokes of the crew
members, he wanted to absorb the picture into his mind like a painting, a memory
to hold and keep forever of the joy she had brought into his life. If only it
could last forever, he thought, then forced his mind elsewhere.