Surrender the Heart (59 page)

W
ith Seafoam nestled in her arms, Marianne followed the tall, lithe lieutenant down the passageway. Below deck, the
Constitution
was not much different from the
Undefeatable
. Narrow, dank hallways lit by intermittent lanterns stretched into the murky shadows. Small, cluttered cabins lined the hull, and the smell of bilge and unwashed men permeated every plank and timber.

But there
was
one glorious difference.

The
Constitution
was an American ship, not an enemy. And here, Marianne was a guest, not a prisoner. For she’d been treated with nothing but courtesy since she had boarded last night.

In fact, within minutes of spotting them, the
Constitution
had come alongside and quickly dispatched two boats to deliver Noah and his crew from the sinking ship. But no sooner had Marianne’s feet hit the deck than she and Agnes were rushed below to the cabin normally occupied by the ship’s master, John Alwyn, who’d been wounded during the battle. There, the two ladies were given hammocks to sleep in, basins of water for washing, and hot tea to soothe their nerves.

Though the hammock was comfortable, Marianne found no sleep
during the long night. Her mind kept replaying the harrowing events of the past few days. Stealing the knife, cutting the tiller ropes, crawling out the stern windows, Noah risking his life for her, her dive into the sea, and their ultimate rescue. She thanked the Lord over and over for His faithfulness until tears of joy streamed down her cheeks onto the coverlet.

God had told her to trust Him. He had told her to jump. And even though everything within her screamed in protest, she had obeyed. And God had saved her—saved her straight into Noah’s arms.

Yet she’d not seen Noah since. Or any of his crew. In fact, she’d hardly spoken a word to Noah since she dove into the sea. How she longed to feel his arms around her again, to look into his eyes … to find out whether he had come back for her out of a sense of duty, honor, or because of something deeper—something that made her heart leap for joy.

Agnes’s heavy footsteps thudded behind her, bringing her back to the present. Marianne glanced over her shoulder. A huge smile broke the elderly woman’s face even as her puffy cheeks pinked. She appeared as flustered as Marianne felt. For neither woman knew why they had been summoned to the captain’s cabin so early in the morning.

Marianne’s stomach tightened around the biscuit she’d eaten for breakfast. She scratched Seafoam beneath her chin. Had something else gone wrong? But when they reached the end of the passageway, deep voices and laughter echoed through the bulkhead, settling her nerves.

Especially since one of the voices was Noah’s.

Nodding toward the marine who stood guard outside the captain’s cabin, the lieutenant knocked. Upon hearing the captain’s “enter,” he swung open the door, ducked beneath the frame, and beckoned the ladies forward.

Marianne took a step inside and swept the room with her gaze. A blast of wind swirled around her from the broken stern windows. The scent of scorched wood burned her nose. Black soot and ashes covered the deck and the charred remains of what looked like a cabinet; two chairs and a mahogany desk had been shoved into the corner. Everything else, however, appeared intact. In addition to a few
placards, lanterns, and a row of swords, only a single painting of George Washington decorated the bulkheads.

Noah, Luke, and Weller stood at attention before a tall, portly man dressed in white breeches and a dark blue jacket, crowned at the shoulders with gold-fringed epaulets. Matthew, Daniel, and Blackthorn stood behind them while a row of officers lined the aft bulkhead.

Agnes darted to her husband. Wrapping an arm around her, Matthew drew her close.

Seafoam leapt from Marianne’s arms and sprang toward Noah.

“Ah, there is the lady of honor.” The tall man Marianne assumed to be the captain approached her.

Halting, Marianne watched as he bowed slightly and offered her his elbow.

“Captain,” Noah’s voice sent a warm tremble through her. “May I present, Miss Marianne Denton. Miss Denton, Captain Isaac Hull.”

“Miss Denton.” Stylish brown hair curled around his forehead as his dark, intelligent eyes found hers.

“Captain.” She smiled, placed her hand in the crook of his elbow, and allowed him to lead her forward.

Luke winked at her as they passed.

“Hi, Miss Marianne.” Daniel waved.

She smiled at the lad.

Noah’s gaze met hers. A mischievous twinkle flickered across his blue eyes. Aside from a few bruises on his face and the dark circles of exhaustion beneath his eyes, he looked well, commanding— handsome.

“I see your cabin suffered during the battle,” Marianne said.

“You see correctly, Miss Denton.” The captain released her arm and surveyed the damage. “The
Guerriére’s
bow guns played havoc with my new desk. Alas, but Mr. Hoffmann”—he gestured toward the man who had led her and Agnes here, and who now stood at attention by the door—“saved the day and put out the fire.”

The man smiled at Marianne.

“However, Miss Denton.” Captain Hull faced her. “It is my
understanding that I have you to thank for disabling the HMS
Undefeatable.”
He laughed.
“Undefeatable
. I believe they should rename their ship.”

One of the officers chuckled.

“I did nothing, really,” Marianne said.

“Did you or did you not cut the ship’s tiller cables?”

“I did, sir.”

“Then you are a heroine.”

Marianne flinched. “Me? I believe it was Mr. Brenin who shot out her mast.”

Noah smiled, saying, “A feat I was only able to perform due to your action, Miss Denton.” Seafoam circled his legs, rubbing against them.

So it was Miss Denton again
. Marianne twisted the ring on her finger. “I was happy to do my part, Captain.”

“Your part?” He chuckled, sending the golden fringe on his epaulets shaking. “Egad, she is a treasure.” He shared a look with Noah. “You disabled a British frigate, miss. A feat many a man has never achieved, yet you are a lone woman. I find your humility refreshing.”

Marianne felt a blush rising and lowered her gaze. “God was with me.”

“Ah yes. God was with us all.” The captain adjusted his coat “Those redcoats would have blasted us from the sea, entangled as we were with that infernal
Guerriére.”

“I love my country, sir. I could do no less.” Marianne lifted her gaze to Daniel. “It was my destiny.”

Daniel beamed. His father patted him on the back.

“Destiny.” The captain cocked his head, then paced before Noah and his crew. “I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that, indeed.” He halted and adjusted his white cravat around his fleshy chin. Despite the long pointed nose that reminded Marianne of a cannon, the captain possessed a friendly face that seemed at odds with his commanding position.

He squared his shoulders. “Then it was God’s destiny that we are the first American ship to defeat a British man-of-war. And those pompous redcoats thought they ruled the seas. Egad.” He fisted his
hand in the air. “We taught them a lesson.” He took up pacing again.

His officers murmured their agreement from behind Noah and his men.

“Humph. And to think they were saying in Washington and all up and down our coastline that our amateur navy did not stand a chance against the expertise, the experience, and sheer power of the British Royal Navy.” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. He stopped again. “Do you know what this will do?” He asked no one in particular. “This will give great encouragement to our fleet! We have proven that the British navy is not invincible. Not only that, this victory will no doubt prompt Madison to increase our funding for more ships and weaponry. Aye, this is good news. This battle may turn the tide of the war before it has barely begun.”

As Marianne listened to the captain’s speech, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in her part of the battle. If what Captain Hull said was true and this defeat would lead to more victories at sea, then God had used her for something truly important. Little, ordinary Marianne from Baltimore.

Reaching down, Daniel picked up Seafoam and began petting her.

“How many men did you lose, Captain?” Noah asked.

A fresh breeze whirled in through the broken window, stirring flakes of charred wood across the deck. Captain Hull released a sigh, heavy with sorrow. “Seven. One marine, five seamen, and Lieutenant William Bush. All good men.” He glanced over his officers who stood at attention in the back of the cabin. “Heroes.”

They nodded in agreement.

“You are all heroes,” the captain continued, and Marianne got the impression he loved to hear himself talk. “And you.” He stopped and pointed at Noah. “You would make a great officer in the U.S. navy. I shall be happy to write a letter of recommendation to Madison and request a commission for you.”

An officer in the navy? Marianne eyed Noah. Now that his merchant business had sunk—thanks to her—would he take the man up on his offer?

But he seemed unaffected. “Thank you, Captain. I am honored to have one so distinguished as yourself willing to stand up for me. Allow me some time to consider it.”

“Very well. Take your time, Mr. Brenin. I am in your debt.”

“And what of you?” The captain narrowed his eyes on Luke.

Luke’s lips slanted. “Me? In the navy?” He raised his hand to cover a cough that Marianne could tell was more of a laugh.

Noah smiled.

Weller chuckled.

Luke shifted his stance. “I fear I am not a man who thrives under authority.”

Captain Hull studied him. He let out a disgruntled moan. “Regardless, I am in your debt as well.”

“If I may call on that debt, Captain,” Noah said, drawing the captain’s gaze. “My crew and I would be most grateful if you could deliver us to Baltimore at your earliest convenience.”

“Can we go see Mother?” Daniel tugged on his father’s torn, stained shirt.

Noah glanced at them, then back at the captain. “By way of Savannah, perhaps?”

The captain fingered his chin.

Marianne’s heart skipped at the possibility of seeing her mother and sister again soon.

A uniformed man tapped on the doorframe. “Captain, they are signaling from the
Guerriére
that they’re ready to bring the remainder of the prisoners aboard.”

“Thank you, Lowe.” Captain Hull studied Noah, then released a heavy sigh. “Jones’s locker be cursed. I think we can manage it. Perhaps”—he chuckled—“God will find it in His destiny to send us another British warship to defeat along the way.”

Daniel nestled Seafoam against his cheek and smiled up at his father. The look on Blackthorn’s face slowly melted into one of joy. His eyes moistened, and Marianne swallowed the emotion burning in her throat. Finally, after two years, the man would be reunited with his wife.

Agnes kissed her husband’s cheek, and Luke and Weller smiled at Noah.

“Excellent.” The captain slapped his hands together. “Gentlemen.” He glanced over Marianne and Agnes. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse me.”

And he marched from the cabin.

Marianne stood at the bow of the USS
Constitution
, away from the hustle of the crew, and gazed at the crippled
Guerriére
listing to larboard several yards ahead of them. After their meeting in the captain’s cabin, Agnes retired to her cabin with a headache, and Noah and his men darted off to assist Captain Hull in retrieving the remaining British sailors from the defeated ship.

One casual glance and a smile was all Noah had offered Marianne as he left the cabin. Not much to go on. Not much of an indication of where his heart lay. She longed to know what he was thinking. She longed to thank him for risking his life for her, for keeping his word. And deep down, she longed to know if he cared for her as much as she did him.

Shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun, she scanned the horizon. No sign of the HMS
Undefeatable
. No doubt she drifted away during the night at the mercy of wind and tide and would continue to do so until the crew repaired the tiller and the mast. Thoughts of Captain Milford saddened her. She had come to care for the old curmudgeon, who despite his foul moods and maniacal episodes, had been kind to Marianne—even complimentary. She hoped, no she prayed, he would find his way to land and live out his days as a farmer.