Cross-Ties

Prologue

PrologueThe gulf winds wailed as a summer tropical storm approached the shore. A powerful gust sent the wooden hurricane shutters pounding against the side of the house. Leah cracked open the top and bottom sash of the double-hung windows in the suffocating hot attic to circulate the air. This would make rearranging space and sorting keepsakes more palatable. The sea air whipping through the windows quickly cooled the balmy attic to an acceptable temperature.

She braced herself for what she'd find in the old sea chest tucked away in the attic for over a decade. She'd planned to go through the chest earlier. Her life had changed drastically since her father first shipped some of their personal effects to their antebellum home, Seagrove. She chided herself for being reluctant to revisit memories the sea chest held. She deliberated for a moment before lifting the heavy lid knowing she'd face her turbulent past. The trunk lid creaks on its rusty hinges as she opens it. The musky sea odor penetrated her nostrils as she remembered her youthful voyage to America.

England

Fervent pitched voices radiated behind the imposing doors of the Earl's study. The elderly butler c****d his ear to hear what the Earl of Southwood and his daughter Leah were arguing about this time. Their voices grew louder and the words came clearer to his old ears.

“I don't know what to do with you now that Nanny Hildegard has retired,” said the Earl of Southwood. “I'm too busy to look after you right now, and Lord Worthington won't be ready to marry you until September.”

“That's just it Father,” Leah said. “Why should I stay here when you don't have time for me? I can go to Aunt Leona's and be out of your way. It will give you some time to ponder the merits of an arranged marriage to someone I loathe.”

“I will not discuss the marriage contract with you,” said Leah's father. “Furthermore, going across the ocean to Antigua, won't do. It's unheard of for a young woman to travel alone.”

“It's better than being here with you waiting to be taken off your hands,” she said.

“Leah, you don't understand,” he said. “I'm responsible for you until you marry the Duke's son. And, he would never approve of such.”

“Then we mustn't tell him,” Leah said.

“Leah!” the Earl said, “You try my patience.”

“I can't think of a better reason for me to go,” Leah said.

“Very well, I'll speak to Captain Hurst,” said the Earl.