He flushed. "Nay, m"lady."
"Try it sometime. You might be surprised."
"May I inquire, Lady Renfrew," Aaron Finch spoke, "how is it that you are so informed?"
Because it"s history to me, she thought, but said, "My father was a military man, Mr. Finch, my mother a schoolteacher, and I"ve seen a lot of our country from a very different viewpoint." Jeez, what an understatement!
Dane couldn"t deny the conviction of her words yet still didn"t know what to think as he sat back and listened. She held the roomful of men in the palm of her hand, utterly captivated, as she described the land west of the Colonies. The details of mountains, plains, and timberlands she offered could not be fabrication, he decided when she first noticed the handle less cup steaming with green liquid.
"You say farmland is richer in the west, Lady Renfrew?" someone asked.
"Yes, east and south of Ohio-Territory," she added, lifting her gaze to the small silver-haired man garbed in a short black kimono jacket and baggy pants. She immediately noticed his distinctive features as he placed an airy confection on a tiny plate, then set it beside the cup. "Domo arigato" she said, taking a wild stab he was j.a.panese. His gaze shot to hers and Tess gasped, so intense was the look.
"EE-ehh. Doh-ee tan shee-mahsh-teh," he replied softly, bowing from the waist.
All sound ceased.
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Dane abruptly straightened, his eyes widening as Higa-san spoke rapidly to Tess in a language he"d never heard. She laughed softly, spoke to him again in the same choppy tongue, and he slowed his speech. Words, Dane reminded himself, he was not aware the man capable of until now.
"Tess?*
She looked up.
"What has he said to you, la.s.s?" Dane asked softly, lowly.
Tess looked around her. It was as if she"d told them she"d traveled through time. Well, well, well. She addressed Higa-san, asking if he understood English.
He shook his head, then sighed and nodded, measuring the air between his fingers. They spoke a moment longer before she turned her attention to Dane.
"He speaks too fast, and I told him my handle on j.a.panese was rotten. He said it was sweet music to his ears."
"You understood that?" Gaelan said, astonished.
"A little. It"s been a while. What"s the big deal?" There was a community frown. "Why so shocked?" she clarified.
"This man is our cook, Lady Renfrew,"* Dane said. "And he has uttered but five words in the ten years he has served us."
It was her turn to be surprised. This kind-faced man was the finger stealer? "Do you even know his name?"
"That much we have managed to ascertain," Dane muttered tightly.
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Tess turned to Higa-san and spoke, thumping her forehead when a phrase wouldn"t come quickly enough. He replied slowly, and she grinned, her reply leaving the man beaming as she looked down the table. "He is from Okinawa, the Ryukyu Islands south of j.a.pan, in the East China Sea. I had the pleasure of living there for three years."
"I have heard of these islands." Dane looked to Ramsey. "Captain John Green spoke of them," he reminded.
Ramsey leaned back. "Aye, China, "tis where the silks come from and the porcelain." He straightened. "Pardon the insinuation, Lady Renfrew, but I understood that these people allowed no one to enter their country, except the Dutch."
"Not China, Okinawa, big difference, guys. And that"s very likely-" Tess looked directly at Dane- "In 1789."
She downed the tea and stood, bowing to Higa-san and thanking him again. He bowed, then collected the tray, placing the sweet cake on a napkin. He headed toward the door, his step jaunty as she s.n.a.t.c.hed up the cake and followed.
"Tess!" Dane barked. "Where in G.o.d"s name are you off to, woman?"
She smiled. "Higa-san offered to show me his galley." She bit into the delicate pastry, her smile cheek-bulging smug.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
Every living soul around Tess, except the c.o.xswain and crow, was asleep, pa.s.sed out from a drunken night of partying. She smiled when someone snored and another called out a woman"s name in his dreams as she braced her forearms on the rail, letting the salty breeze cool her skin. The heat had been oppressive below in the galley, and she needed relief. She and Higa-san had managed to communicate with two-word sentences and hand gestures for the past hour, and twice Dane had come below to check on her, a confused look on his face as he"d stood in the doorway; then, without so much as a h.e.l.lo, he"d turned away.
The moments with-the quiet Okinawan man were a sharp tug from home, her century, and a lump slowly formed in her throat. Well, there is something to be said about being thrown back in time, she decided. No pollution, ozone layers, nuclear wars, plane crashes, car accidents-AIDS. America was untamed and mostly uncharted. Indians roamed free with the buffalo. The list was endless, just as 203.
were its faults. Poor medical aid-she"d already experienced that-preventive medicine was practically nonexistent, children worked in factories, women were considered second-cla.s.s citizens and denied the right to vote. In Tess"s heart the worst abomination of all would exist for another seventy-three years. Slavery.
What would she do for a living? There certainly wasn"t any need for a gymnastic coach in the eighteenth century. Her degree in physical education might come in handy. With what? she asked herself. A mean spike in volleyball was totally useless. It wasn"t like exercise was a top priority in the education system in 1789. Tess tried not to feel sorry for herself, but a subtle depression shrouded her mood as she thought of her time and the wonders of the twentieth century. What had she actually left behind? Clothes and a "65 Mustang? No family, few friends. Was anyone looking for her? Did anyone, other than Penny, care enough to even bother? Tears blurred her vision and she squeezed her eyes shut. I"m just tired, I have the advantage here, she reminded herself. I know the future. And I have plenty of time to convince Dane that I do.
"Tess?"
Somehow she knew he was alone.
"This summer, Dane, French artisans storm the Bastille, and it will mark the revolution against the ruling cla.s.s," she said softly, then turned, leaning back against the rail. Over Dane"s shoulder she could see Triton"s Will, her lanterns lit, the ship dipping with the swells of the ocean. It was quiet, too. "In 1812 we will go to war-again." His eyes 204.
widened a fraction. "With England."
"They have no reason to attack, Tess." His tone was snide.
"Jeez. Weren"t you listening in there? They burn Washington. English ships fill Lake Erie." He looked Briefly away, then back to her. "Don"t worry, Oliver Perry and his fleet become famous for his tactics in defeating the English."
"Your imagination is remarkable," he sneered. That there was a chance her words were truth angered him.
She shrugged. "Well. The French revolt is a couple of weeks away. We"ll see, won"t we?" Then she frowned thoughtfully. "How long does it take for word to come from Europe?"
"Three months, at the least,"
She groaned, disappointed. "Well, if I"m still around, that"ll be proof, won"t it?"
Dane refused to acknowledge the ache the words "if I"m still around" gave him and folded his arms over his chest. "Where do you plan on going, Tess? You have no coin, no home, no protector." He paused, his eyes mocking. "Other than myself."
She was suddenly up in his face. "Listen up, Blackwell, you aren"t responsible for my welfare, and I managed alone in my century; I can certainly manage in yours." She brushed past him, heading for the pa.s.sageway. He grabbed her arm. "Let go," she hissed, jerking against his hold, "You must cease this talk, woman. What if another were to hear of it?"
Her lips thinned. "Stop calling me a liar, Black-well."
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"Nothing you have spoken since we"ve met has been the truth."
Her eyes were silver fire, challenging the insult. "Just because you don"t know everything, just because it"s not simple and clear, doesn"t mean it isn"t true. I can hardly believe what"s happened myself, and I"m not sure I want to spend so much time convincing you. Can"t you be willing to give me the benefit of the doubt?"
She held his gaze for a moment longer, and when she received nothing but that frosty glare, she looked away, fighting her emotions. I"ll never convince him without material proof, she thought, and I"ll never be happy here.
Her expression fell, hard, to a portrait of hopelessness that made his anger wane. "Woman," he growled, trying to ignore the impact of those sad liquid eyes. "You are too ruddy different from anyone I"ve ever met."
"Doesn"t that tell you something?"
"Aye. Tis telling me you are mad," he said as if the words left a foul taste in his mouth.
Anger shot through her. "Then why don"t you make me walk the plank-"*
"Tess."
"-Or feed me to the sharks - "
"Tess-"
"Or better yet, Captain Blackwell, dump me on a deserted island? There are plenty-"
"Tess?"
"What!"
He relaxed a little. "Can you not see what I am viewing, a woman who claims to be from-"his 206.
voice lowered-"the twentieth century. You make such outlandish claims, Tess, a steel vessel over four-hundred feet, a system that pulls a ship through water without benefit of wind, a way to cool food in the tropics, islands that are not charted, and now, predicting a d.a.m.ned revolution! What am I to believe?" *
"In me, Dane."
"I cannot."
She stiffened and started to pull away. "Well, then, I guess weVe come to an impa.s.se."
"Nay."
"Yes." She yanked, her eyes sharp. "What we shared the other night, Dane, isn"t enough to justify all these accusations and questions." Her expression brimmed with pain. "I"m beginning to regret ever mak-"
He swiftly gathered her into his arms, cutting her off. "Nay, my witch, "twas not the act of an insane female." His expression was suddenly softer, full of hot memories and the promise of more.
"Then what was it?" Did he have to look at her like that-right now?
" "Twas wild." His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and he pulled her more firmly to him. "Aye, and you cannot deny "twas so."
She toyed with his silk ascot. "No," she almost pouted. "I told you I don"t lie." She lifted her gaze. "How can you do this to me, make me forget my anger? n.o.body likes being called a liar."
"I know, la.s.s," he said regretfully. "I shall make the effort to refrain in the future." The future. Dane tried desperately not to believe her; he didn"t want 207.
to admit aloud the doubts a.s.sailing him now.
"Why are you here?"
"I came out for some fresh air. Bennett"s scribble-"
"No, I mean in the Caribbean?" f "Tis not your concern, Tess."
She stiffened in his arms. "Thanks a heap for trusting me, Blackwell." She shoved at his chest, startling him enough to gain her freedom. "You"ve got to be the most arrogant man I"ve ever met," she said, then quickly moved out of his reach and to the pa.s.sageway. "Besides Ramsey, that is."
"Come here, Tess."
She stepped over the threshold. "Doubt me, will you? Hah! This game is over, finished-"
"Tess!"
**-Finito! You expect me to prove who I am, where I come from, when you don"t offer a single bit of yourself. You"re a b.l.o.o.d.y pirate, for Chris-sake!" She stepped into the cabin, her words and presence bringing quick silence and startled looks. She didn"t notice any of it. "The mighty Captain Blackwell," she raged on, "plundering on the high seas in the name of adventure and greed."
" Tis a lie!"
She whirled about, her gaze shifting rapidly to Dane, Ramsey, and the officers. They all looked stunned out of their knee pants. Duncan was cleaning up around them, failing miserably to hide his grin.
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those pilot rudders?" She nodded to the ledgers lying on the table, surrounded by men and scratches of paper. "And don"t tell me it"s none of my concern because it is. I"m stuck on this tub, too, you know."
His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. "The Witch is not a tub."
"Don"t change the subject. Cut to the chase."
"If I may interrupt - "
"No," she said, glancing sharply to the side to glare at Ramsey.
"You have not told the la.s.s, Dane?" he said anyway.
"Nay."
"He doesn"t trust me, among other things," she gritted.
Dane and Tess waged a battle with their eyes as Ramsey gestured for the men to leave.
As the last man departed, Ramsey said, "She wears Desiree"s clothing, Dane. I thought surely you would have explained this much."