Mac Rountree

Thank you for posting such a beautiful picture. As soon as Victoria died, Edward fired the Munshi. Dani is a man who has no "home." Perhaps, Pearl and Abbie can provide that to him. Many thanks for reading the story. Mac

Good morning, Southern women are a force of nature. Mac

Thanks for reading. Ralph isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He is stupid enough to ........ Mac

Pearl noticed that Dani had moved the carpet bags from the corner of the room, where he used them as pillows and put them under the bed. The bags were never far from his side. When he went to meals, he took the bags with him; when he went outside, he had the bags. When Pearl asked Ralph about the bags, he said he didn’t know what was in them, but when they pulled Dani into the boat, they were strapped around his waist. The water-saturated carpet bags almost took him to a watery grave. Pearl

Good morning, Yep, waiting for the eruption!!! Mac

E K, You are thinking along the right lines. But there is a twist. Gotta love those twists and turns. Mac

Anton, You are the clever one. So many possibilities for Abbie. You didn't make him part of a trouple. Hmmm, I hadn't considered that either until just now. LOL. I am glad that you like the east coast stories. I love the Outer Banks. Mac

Pvtguy, Ah, to be young, good looking, and the object of fancy from multiple men. So many possibilities. Mac

VBlew, Dani is grateful. He is also a young man with a need to relieve his pressures. Is there more? Time will tell. Yes, Ralph is very, very possessive. He is smitten. Mac

Abbie awoke when he heard the bell clanging. It was the emergency bell for a ship in distress. It was the call to service, and he wasn’t going to let it pass. Abbie jumped from his bed, dressed, and headed to the community room. The Superintendent was peering out the window as a distress rocket shot from a ship. “That’s the third rocket. Men, is everything ready? You have your mission. Godspeed.” The men quickly put on their oilskins and headed to the boat shed. Abbie donned

Thank you very much. It feels good to be stretching my thinking and writing muscles again. Mac

I will, thanks. Also, thanks for posting the link to Chicamacomico.org Mac

I am so pleased that you like Abbie's story. I am related to Abraham through his Aunt Pearl, hence he is fence rail kin. Not direct line, but collateral.

Thank you. I have had to take a break from writing because of teaching and singing commitments. I am starting to write again. I want to revisit characters and stories and decide if there are more of their stories that need to be told. I think there is.

Chicamacomico Outer Banks, NC Spring 1910 Abraham strolled along the edge of the surf, kicking water and laughing as the spray caught the sunbeams and glistened like fractured rainbows. He laughed and giggled when his toes kicked up the wet sand and impeded his forward movement. He was in no hurry and didn’t care about being covered in wet sand. He thought of himself as a child of the sea. He fancied that his father was Poseidon and his mother some lusty mermaid. It wa