He licked the crumbs off of his fingers as he wandered. Perhaps, he’d hitchhike to the harbor again. And then… he would board her deck. Mortimer trembled as he imagined climbing upon the bountiful boards and seeing her alone in all of her sensual vulnerability. Yes. Mortimer decided. He had to see her one last time. Only then could he have closure, examine the last remaining piece and complete his project. Finally, he would earn the most esteemed and austere title attainable in this season of man. The title of: Admiral.
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And then, he would say “adieu,” and Her Mistress would set sail upon the glorious waters, to be gone from his presence, and gone from the docks at Winyah Bay, forever.
***
Millie was making rounds with the pies. Mr. Bartholomew was seated on a sofa with his wife
