Saturday, December 22, 2012

On the tenth day of Christmas Anita gave to me . . .

A sweet tidbit from the Captain’s Rose . . .

“One question at a time, cousin. First of all, convincing her should not be a problem when your sincerity is evident. I think she’s intelligent enough to know sincerity when she sees it. And secondly, I shouldn’t be concerned about her affection for you; that is at least as evident as yours for her. If you can’t see that, you are blind. And if you don’t declare your feelings for this woman and do something about it, you are also a fool.” Timothy’s voice deepened, “Take some advice from a man who has loved and lost one of this world’s finest women. If you love her, take hold of her and never let go. Do whatever you have to. Deciding which country to make your home in is trite and irrelevant, in my opinion. As long as the two of you are together and committed to each other, your happiness will make home wherever you may be.”
While Jayce was attempting to let that sink in, Timothy added earnestly, “Declare yourself to her, man. Then take her to Cornwall to meet your parents.”
“Now, that’s a pleasant thought.”
“It is indeed,” Timothy said. He sighed and added gravely, “I have a feeling we should be returning to Cornwall.”
Jayce felt a bit startled. “I’ve had the same feeling,” he had to admit. “Perhaps we’ve both just been . . . gone too long and we need to set our feet on Cornish soil.”
“Perhaps,” Timothy said. “Whatever the reason, I think we should sail with the Phoenix when she comes back into port.”

2 comments:

joe said...

Anita stansfiled ... i have got to admit you are one of the worlds greatest Authors. you wrote a book called: passage on the titanic. Irene corbett is my ancestor. i always knew that Irene had died because she helped someone else into the life boat. but i never actually had any physical proof. when i read that part. tears came rolling down my eyes cause i knew my prayers had been answered.

joe said...

Anita stansfiled ... i have got to admit you are one of the worlds greatest Authors. you wrote a book called: passage on the titanic. Irene corbett is my ancestor. i always knew that Irene had died because she helped someone else into the life boat. but i never actually had any physical proof. when i read that part. tears came rolling down my eyes cause i knew my prayers had been answered.