Wanted to share an excerpt....historical fiction novel on the works ;)
>"You think you’re the only man who’s stared into black water and thought of giving himself to it?"
Duncan asked through gritted teeth, straightened up, started pacing a small circle in the cramped room before turning back to face Charles. His expression remained hard — but there was something grudgingly honest in his eyes.
>"I’ve had my own dark nights, Hart. I keep them to myself. "
He let that sit there, perhaps as a recognition of shared ground. He was stating a fact of their lives. The Caribbean was a place that broke men, whether they wore silk or rags.
>"But standing in the surf like a drowned rat wins you nothing. It’s coward’s work dressed up as confession."
His face lingered closer now, Charles attentive, with his eyes barely locked onto Duncan's.
>"Now, get up and find dry clothes, or stay and rot. If you mean to be captain again, then carry yourself as one."
XIII. A Man And A Fish, excerpt — The Seal & The Heart