| Author: | Mary Suzanne | ISBN: | 9781370864546 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne | Publication: | March 2, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mary Suzanne |
| ISBN: | 9781370864546 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne |
| Publication: | March 2, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
The drive to the marina didn’t take long and after renting the small dinghy, he climbed aboard and headed it in the direction he saw the ship. He paddled vigorously out through the thick fog hoping he was going in the right direction.
The choppy waves hit against the side of the small dinghy and he wondered if he was insane trying to go out in the darkness to find a ship.
What if he lost his way? No one knew he was out in the ocean, except the man he’d rented the dingy from moments ago. He dismissed his erratic thoughts as a determination to answer the questions about this ship filled him.
If the ship wasn’t there, the only thing he’d lost was the cost of the dinghy and a little of his time. The man at the marina told him he had to return the rental by midnight. Casey tried to move the dingy even faster knowing he had a time constraint.
He had to deal with the ever increasing fog, and his curiosity was getting the better of him after seeing the strange ship. He needed answers and the only way to do that was to reach the ship.
There were many reasons that kept him going but the one that urged him forward the most was the woman and the haunted look he felt he saw in her eyes. The only way to describe her appearance was an ethereal beauty that made even though his insides quivered with awareness. Her waving invitation spurred him on too. She was so beautiful even though Casey had only glimpsed her in the dim light, but it made him wonder what she was doing on what could only be described as a deserted ship. He hadn’t seen anyone else with her so he assumed she was alone.
He couldn’t remember seeing the ship before tonight. He was always on the beach, or so it seemed to him, but maybe just maybe the ship had drifted near the shoreline from some far off location.
He knew this entire scene could prove to be just his imagination, but everything looked so real.
No, something deep inside confirmed to him that he had seen the ship and the woman. This kept Casey going as he rowed steadily wanting to prove that what he saw wasn’t all in his head.
There was something there and he was going to prove it; his curiosity and determination gave him the extra strength he needed to continue.
The closer he came to his destination, the more excited he became. His life until now had been one of loneliness and solitude. He didn’t have any family living in Miami or even close to Miami and there weren’t any current prospects for a wife. Since he’d left his small hometown in Idaho, Casey found he’d had trouble making new friends in the populous state of Florida. His mother, father, and younger brother still ran the farm in the near isolated countryside of Idaho but Casey knew that wasn’t the life for him; he wasn’t a farmer.
At a very young age Casey knew he had to get away from the primitive existence the farm offered and explore the world. He’d often felt like the world was passing him by and leaving the family farm was the first step he’d taken to pursue his dreams.
Even back in Idaho he’d found it hard to carry on any type of relationship with a woman. Since he’d arrived in Florida he’d found it even harder. By all accounts and based on what others had told him, he had a powerful physique and a rugged masculine face. He was considered handsome in a rough sort of way that brought a mysterious air to his features.
The drive to the marina didn’t take long and after renting the small dinghy, he climbed aboard and headed it in the direction he saw the ship. He paddled vigorously out through the thick fog hoping he was going in the right direction.
The choppy waves hit against the side of the small dinghy and he wondered if he was insane trying to go out in the darkness to find a ship.
What if he lost his way? No one knew he was out in the ocean, except the man he’d rented the dingy from moments ago. He dismissed his erratic thoughts as a determination to answer the questions about this ship filled him.
If the ship wasn’t there, the only thing he’d lost was the cost of the dinghy and a little of his time. The man at the marina told him he had to return the rental by midnight. Casey tried to move the dingy even faster knowing he had a time constraint.
He had to deal with the ever increasing fog, and his curiosity was getting the better of him after seeing the strange ship. He needed answers and the only way to do that was to reach the ship.
There were many reasons that kept him going but the one that urged him forward the most was the woman and the haunted look he felt he saw in her eyes. The only way to describe her appearance was an ethereal beauty that made even though his insides quivered with awareness. Her waving invitation spurred him on too. She was so beautiful even though Casey had only glimpsed her in the dim light, but it made him wonder what she was doing on what could only be described as a deserted ship. He hadn’t seen anyone else with her so he assumed she was alone.
He couldn’t remember seeing the ship before tonight. He was always on the beach, or so it seemed to him, but maybe just maybe the ship had drifted near the shoreline from some far off location.
He knew this entire scene could prove to be just his imagination, but everything looked so real.
No, something deep inside confirmed to him that he had seen the ship and the woman. This kept Casey going as he rowed steadily wanting to prove that what he saw wasn’t all in his head.
There was something there and he was going to prove it; his curiosity and determination gave him the extra strength he needed to continue.
The closer he came to his destination, the more excited he became. His life until now had been one of loneliness and solitude. He didn’t have any family living in Miami or even close to Miami and there weren’t any current prospects for a wife. Since he’d left his small hometown in Idaho, Casey found he’d had trouble making new friends in the populous state of Florida. His mother, father, and younger brother still ran the farm in the near isolated countryside of Idaho but Casey knew that wasn’t the life for him; he wasn’t a farmer.
At a very young age Casey knew he had to get away from the primitive existence the farm offered and explore the world. He’d often felt like the world was passing him by and leaving the family farm was the first step he’d taken to pursue his dreams.
Even back in Idaho he’d found it hard to carry on any type of relationship with a woman. Since he’d arrived in Florida he’d found it even harder. By all accounts and based on what others had told him, he had a powerful physique and a rugged masculine face. He was considered handsome in a rough sort of way that brought a mysterious air to his features.
