Jillian Chantal

Hey, all. Sorry I missed a couple of weeks. We went to visit the son and his family one of the weeks and I didn’t write. Yesterday, our internet went out for most of the day so I am late today, too.

I am still in my Regency story. Today’s word for the writers of Tuesday Tales is sign.

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A dilemma for sure. He did not know what to do next to help Brandy so he decided to ride further out into the countryside and exercise his mount. Once that was done and he could think more clearly, he would find Jeremiah and set a plan into action. When he was off the ship and hemmed in the city, he always felt as if he was choking on the crowded air. Oh, to be back at sea. 

If he could not be on the waves, he could at least get some wind in his hair by riding. Not quite as joyful as salt water coming over the side of the railing and splashing his face, but a close second. Even when he lived at home, before everything changed, he always preferred the out of doors over sitting in a stuffy drawing room or being in the crush of a ballroom fill of mothers on the prowl for husbands for their darling little girls.

He snorted at the memory of how stupid he had been in those days. A girl in a skirt showing off her lovely bosom could cause only trouble. How relieved he was that his Brandy was not such a shallow little creature as those vapid minxes had been.

Pushing aside those memories and determined not to think on them again—at least for the foreseeable future—Daniel whistled for his horse to come over to him.

Once he was mounted, he rode out at a gallop, man and beast as one.

They rode until the animal was covered with sweat and Daniel thought he might smell quite as bad as the horse. He knew if he was thirsty, so was his companion.

Luck was on their side. Just ahead was a coaching inn with a stables. The sign outside told him he had arrived at The Horse and Hound. “Cheers, Lad. We can both get something wet and cool.”

This week the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to picture prompts. Each prompt is limited to 300 words. I am still working on my Regency story.

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After she went inside, he headed to the stables to get his horse to take it out for a ride north of the city at Hampstead Heath. He liked to give the animal a lot of exercise himself when he was onshore even though he knew the stable boy did not neglect him at all. Daniel was a horseman from the time he was a small boy and it was one of the things he missed the most once he took to the sea.

Riding out, he could not stop thinking about the man in the café. What name did he ask Brandy about?

Despite racking his brain to recall the entire conversation, Daniel could not recall the name until he stopped and sat under a shade tree while he horse grazed on the heath. It was as if as soon as he let his body relax, the name came to him. Millbrook.

Do I know anyone named Millbrook? He didn’t think so. Too bad he could not take a risk and ride to one of his former friend’s homes and ask if they knew anyone by that name. It would never do for them to know he was back in London.

He would have to find someone to help him. Maybe his Boson, Jeremiah could discreetly ask around. Some of his friends might remember the man as he was his batsman when Daniel was in the Army, but if Jeremiah told people he worked for Captain David Jones now, it should not be a problem.

He watched his horse graze. He wanted to help Jane and it sounded like she needed help from more than just that Johnny person.

This week’s word for the writers of Tuesday Tales is branch. I am still in my Regency set story.

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Jane did not allow herself to hope this meant he had changed his mind about marriage. To take her mind off that fact as well as help her plans to move away, she asked, “Speaking of shore, where do you usually put in to port when you are returning from sea?”

“It depends on where we have been. If we have been to France or anywhere north of there, we put in at Dover. If we have been to Spain, we come back in at Portsmouth.”

“You never come back through any other port?” This was helpful. She would not attempt to settle in Portsmouth. She needed to make a fresh start that sadly, did not include him. How will I get over loving him if I keep seeing him?

“Why are you so suddenly curious about my port habits?” He grinned down at her. “Planning to go to sea, are you?”

“Not likely. I was merely making conversation.”

They arrived at the café he had clearly chosen as he stopped to open the door.

He quirked his eyebrows as he let her past him to enter the premises. “Seems a bit odd is all.”

They found a table near the back of the main dining area. Jane wondered if he was as eager to stay in the shadows as she since he picked the same out of the way table she would have chosen had she been given the opportunity to choose.

Once they were seated, she continued the conversation they started outside. “If you don’t mind me asking another question, why did you choose to go to sea?”

“A man has to have an occupation and it seemed as good as any.” He waved the server over. “I hear they have a pretty tasty fish special here. Want to try that?”

Wondering if he was trying to change the subject, she said, “That would be fine.  I only ask about going to sea since you were in the Army before you were injured and that is a different branch of service than the Navy. You were not in the Navy, were you?”

“Oh no. I was never in the Navy.” He placed their food order and then focused on her. “I chose the sea after I came home from the war in the former American colonies.”

“I thought you were injured on the Peninsula.”

“No. My regiment did spend time there but we were sent to the United States to assist when things got bad there. That’s where I lost my eye.”

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt, Crazy. I am still in my Regency story.

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His smile as she walked into the hallway made her happy. True, he was not traditionally handsome due to the scarring on his face and the eyepatch he wore, but he had a fine figure and appeared string and capable. He had told her a bit about his days in the Army. Nothing too delicate for a young woman’s ears, but enough for her to know he had not had an easy time of it. As if she could not tell that from his injuries. She sometimes wondered if he had more scars and injuries that were not visible. Those thoughts always made her blush as she knew she should not be thinking about those kinds of things.

“Good morning. I thought we would take a stroll near the waterfront today. Not near where you work, but I heard there was a new café where a number of ladies have been dining with their beaus and I thought we could try it.” He looked down at her. “If you would like that.”

Her stomach clenched. “You do not mean ladies of the ton do you?”

He tilted his head and gave her a quizzical look. “Oh no. It is not that nice. It is more for people of our class.”

Relieved, she inclined her head. “That sounds delightful then. Thank you.” Jane hoped he did not read anything into her question.

As they walked on, arm on arm, he did not ask any questions about her inquiry so she relaxed a little. Those places she used to dine were strictly off limits now. Not only because of her lack of coin to afford them, but for all the reasons she went into hiding in the first place. Oh how she missed having the liberty to dine where she chose as well as walk where she chose. Would it not be lovely to walk with her captain in Hyde Park?

Pushing the crazy thought of daring to do such a thing again and the consequences of that to the back of her mind, she glanced up at her escort. He was certainly in a good mood today. He was smiling and greeting most everyone who passed them.

She could not resist asking, “Why are you so content today?”

“Why would I not be? I am stepping out with a lovely lady, the sun is shining and I have a few days before I return to my ship. I love the sea, but I also like spending time with you onshore. It is amusing how much I have learned to like my time on shore since I met you.”

This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt mad. I am still in my Regency story. I have lots of ideas about where it may be going, but it’s just slow writing this time around for some reason.

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Determined to stop feeling sorry for herself and take action, Jane stood and, clutching the quilt around her shoulders, walked across the room to the loose floorboard near the small end table she had picked up at Portobello Road on one of her rare outings to that area of town. It was easy to carry and she knew it would be perfect for placing over the spot to deter any would-be burglars. Not that the boarding house where she lived had many people worth robbing.

She knelt and lifted the loose board, pulling out the small wooden box her older brother had carved for her.

Opening it, she ran her hands over the coins collected there, wondering if they were enough to obtain an inside seat on the mail coach as well as establish herself in a new place. I guess it depends on where I choose to go. The cost of transport is just as good a way to choose where to live as any.

She stifled a laugh. It was actually a mad way to decide where to settle, but since she had no knowledge of the southern part of the country and the north was too dangerous to her safety, she decided to call at the nearest coaching house before work the next day and ask about fares to coastal towns in the south.

Satisfied she had a plan, she touched the diamond broach that was her mother’s. She didn’t unwrap it from the neck cloth that used to belong to her brother. It was enough to feel it was still safely hidden away. “I will not have to sell you just yet. I hope anyway.”

She climbed back into her creaky old bed and willed herself to go to sleep. Worrying never helped anyone and the Lord knew she had been giving too much of herself to it. She kicked the quilt off as she suddenly was hot. Perhaps it was her being greatly troubled by the uncertainties of her life at the moment and nothing to do with the actual temperature.

When she rose, Jane broke her fast with a piece of bread then dressed in her prettiest gown. The promise of seeing her Captain made her smile. A smile tinged with sadness though as once he sailed again, she might never lay eyes on him again. In her mind, she knew it would be better. Her heart would hurt for a while, but she had face heartache before and knew she would survive.