Moments of his life came in slow waves as Flynn struggled to stay alive. He had visions of Dominic’s sparkling, mischievous eyes as they snuck into kitchens to steal tarts, and he heard their boyish shouts as they rode geldings in the fields. Lord, he missed Cornwall, missed the adventures of his childhood before blood and death were ever a part of his life.
But all too soon, those hours of youth faded as Dominic vanished from his life and Nicholas first stepped onto a naval ship, hoping to someday find him. The pain of those first harsh months at sea stretched into long years of quiet desperation, broken only by brief periods of relief on shore and brilliant moments where the wind, sea, and sails joined in beautiful concert with one another.
Then Dominic came roaring back into his life,
