Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt lazy. I am working on my Regency era tale.

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Captain Jones rode hard into the night. He was much later than he planned. The storm off the coast knocked his ship off course and it took all his crew had in them to fight against the angry waves and keep the ship upright through the gales.

Once the winds abated a little, they could see the shore, but they were miles off course from Plymouth. It was all he could do not to grit his teeth in frustration. There was a time in his life he would have welcomed the challenge of the weather, but this time, he wanted nothing more than to see Brandy. He had been gone from her for too long and he missed her shiny, dark hair and brown eyes looking at him as if he could do no wrong—even though he knew he was wrong to lead her on with no intention of making her his wife. How she could still want to be around him and spend time walking and talking when she knew his situation always amazed him. He knew it was not fair, but he could not resist the pull of seeing her.

When they finally made it to Plymouth, it was all he could do not to rush to the stables to retrieve his horse. He made himself wait while the cargo was unloaded before he made his way there. After all, his livelihood was that cargo, not a bar maid he spent his free time with. His men were not lazy at all, but it seemed as if they were taking more time than usual to remove the crates from the hold.

Darkness was quickly approaching by the time they were done. Jeremiah tried to convince him to wait until daylight to set out, but Daniel knew he would never be able to sleep anyway, so he decided to start out even though it was dangerous and highwaymen were most likely operating in the dark forests. He was a good shot and even better rider so he set aside any worries there and went to retrieve his horse. The one thing he kept when he left home was his steed from his army days. He and Lightning had been through a lot on the continent and he would never leave the animal behind. The creature was getting old, but he still had a lot of energy and loved to gallop like the wind.