"Are you utterly insane?" was all James said before he walked away and boarded The Maiden George.
Damon sighed and headed to the other ship. Yes, he was insane to think Malory would have answered any other way. And Jack would likely tell him the same thing. She might want him and was bold enough not to deny that, but she'd thought he was joking when he'd mentioned marriage to her and had even gotten annoyed at him.
Mortimer was waiting for him on the other ship, and the captain immediately gave the order to cast off. If Damon were in command, he might have tried to race Malory to St. Kitts before Jack was taken out of his reach. But he wasn't, and while he would risk James's fury for her, it would be pointless because she didn't want to marry him.
"You haven't said yet whether you intend to stay in Jamaica," Mortimer said.
"I haven't decided, though I doubt I will now that I have that bloody big estate in England to deal with. I'd rather Father return there with me. And I'm still hoping my grandmother will have a good day and be lucid long enough to answer my questions about my mother. For that to happen, I will need to live there, not just visit."
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"You really think you can still find your mother after all these years? You know now that she wanted you with her, and yet she never came back for you. I hate to say it-"
"Don't. I-I have to know in either case. This wondering about what became of her is hell. But you're welcome to join me, you know. You'll always have a home with me if you want it."
Mortimer chuckled. "I took that for granted. But you know my family had money. I probably should decide if I want to do something with that education we labored over, or maybe find myself a pretty wife."
"Good luck with that. The pretty ones seem to come with too many bloody in-laws."
Mortimer snorted. "Only your pretty one does. I still don't know how you put up with that tempest."
Damon tapped his chest. "Let's hope someday you find out for yourself. Is my father in his cabin?"
"Yes, and he's anxious to speak with you. I think he's worried about what happens next-for him. You gave him no assurances yet?"
"No, I haven't. The surprise at finding him with Lacross hadn't worn off yet. I anguished over the delay in getting him out of prison, and all the while he'd found his own way out. I'll speak to him now."
Damon found his father pacing the floor in the cabin they would share. Cyril looked hale and fit, though his brown hair had turned gray at the temples. If he had suffered deprivation in prison, he had recovered from it these last months.
But his father looked wary now, which made Damon ask, "Did you think you would be taken back to prison?"
"You sailed here, where the prison is located."
"To clear your name. You are completely free now, Father, so be easy about that. We sail to Jamaica now. Your plantation was sold, but I will find you another before I return to England."
"You're not staying-so you learned the truth?" Cyril said cryptically.
Damon frowned. "What truth?"
Cyril wrung his hands. Damon didn't think Cyril was going to answer, he was silent so long, but then he said, "That-that I gambled too much. And drank too much after you left. The two combined guaranteed I could never win. I understand that now and will never fall into that dual trap again."
Damon was still frowning. He did vaguely recall that his father had been drinking before he went off to school, and even before his mother left, but most men drank to some degree, and it had never seemed to affect Cyril's ability to run the plantation. But there had also been the occasional argument Damon overheard between his parents about money, so maybe Malory had been right about Cyril's having gambled even back then. And if he fell into that ruinous cycle again?
"Perhaps you should return to England with me," Damon suggested. "The Reeves estate is mine now. You're welcome to live there with me for the rest of your life. You will never have to work again."
Cyril smiled wryly. "Idle hands are the devil's hands, Son, and I am a farmer at heart. Be it my land or another's, there is great satisfaction in an honest day's toil. In the islands I'm respected as a planter, in England-no, I'm never going back there."
"Give it some thought before you decide."
"Do not for a moment think I am ungrateful, Damon. Look at you, Son, what a fine man you've become. So well educated, you speak like a fine gentleman now. I can't tell you what it means to me that you would risk your life, your reputation, and do so much to get me out of prison. I'm so proud of you."