Charity's Cross by Marylu Tyndall

Author:Marylu Tyndall [Tyndall, Marylu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Romance, Historical, Religious & Inspirational Fiction, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Fiction, Historical Romance, Inspirational
Amazon: B01ACLYAIY
Publisher: Ransom Press
Published: 2016-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

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Assured that Eddy would be properly attended, Charity went back to her cabin, more exhausted than she ever remembered being. The wind still howled through the rigging, the rain still tapped on the deck, and the waves still slapped the hull, but to a much lesser degree. Relief swept through her that they were near land and safe from the storm. Too tired to undress, she fell onto her cot and thought of Elias’ prayer for Eddy’s healing. She’d never heard the likes of such a prayer. Did God even heal today? Yet Elias’ words and tone were full of confidence that God not only did, but that He delighted in doing so.

She rubbed her temples where a headache formed. The odor of sweat and blood and Gage’s vomit rose to bite her nose. Oh, how she longed for a bath. And a new gown. For now, she longed for sleep. But it remained elusive—just out of her reach, as usual. Instead, her thoughts filled with blood and Lord Villemont and lost babies, and she left her bed before the nightmares possessed her.

Wind wailed a mournful song through the rigging above, sending a chill through her. She didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight. Slipping out her door, she crept down the companionway, hoping to find Elias awake. A strip of lantern light shimmered from beneath his door. She smiled. The irony of her seeking out a man’s company was not lost on her. In truth, it nearly sent her rushing back to her cabin. But then voices reached her, and she eased beside the door that was slightly ajar.

“I was much like you, Gage,” Elias said.

“I can’t hardly credit it, Captain.”

“’Tis true. I wasted two years of my life in the bottom of a bottle.”

From Gage’s silence, Charity assumed he was as shocked as she.

“’Tis the devil’s trap, this vile brew,” Elias continued. “Lured in by a promise of escape from troubles, false confidence, and fleeting euphoria, a man soon finds himself adrift on a fool’s sea with nary a paddle to reach land.”

“I can’t stop,” Gage breathed out with a moan. “It takes away the pain.”

“Does it truly? Or doesn’t it make it worse in the end?”

Gage chuckled. “Indeed. Until I have another drink.”

Silence, save for the creak of wood and the song of wind settled on them before Gage continued. “I’ve had everything most men crave, family, wealth, opportunity, and I’ve squandered them all away. Shamed my family.”

“As did I. But ’tis not too late, my friend,” Elias said.

“I nearly killed him.” Gage’s voice cracked. “Poor Eddy.”

“Perhaps, but God sent Miss Westcott to your rescue.” Not a hint of sarcasm tainted Elias’ voice.

God sent her? She nearly laughed.

“But what about next time?” Gage groaned. “I don’t believe I will be able to resist a drink.”

“You can’t on your own strength. But God can help you. Turn to Him. He helped me, and He will help you as well.”

Turning, Charity made her way back to her cabin. She

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