Loving A Lost Lord. Mary Jo Putney
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Название: Loving A Lost Lord
Автор: Mary Jo Putney
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Историческая литература
Серия: Lost Lords
isbn: 9781420131673
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Swearing, the captain bent over his son, who gasped with pain from the impact of the violently recoiling chain. “Are you all right, lad?”
“Right…enough,” the young man managed. “If that Sassenach hadn’t dragged me back, the bloody chain would have cut me in half, I think.”
“It came close even so.” Randall, who had experience tending wounded men in the battlefield, knelt by Duncan and examined his chest and shoulder. “A broken shoulder and maybe a cracked rib, I think. With binding, he should heal well.”
“But he won’t be diving for a while.” Bogle frowned. “I can replace the chains, but diving is a two-man job and Wee Geordie can’t do it alone. We’ll have to return to Greenock for another diver.”
“I can dive,” Will said. “I lived in the West Indies as a boy and learned to swim as soon as I could walk.”
“Are you sure?” the captain said doubtfully. “It’s hard, dangerous work even for men experienced with a diving bell.”
“I had experience with a bell when I worked on a salvage ship looking for Spanish treasure in the Indies,” Will replied.
Kirkland, who had joined them, said, “I didn’t know that.”
Will smiled. “We all have our secrets. How long until you can send the bell down again, Captain?”
Bogle assessed the sky and the surface of the sea. “There’s weather moving in, so we’d best do it soon as possible. Maybe half an hour.”
An amazing amount of cursing was required to replace the chain. Will wished he understood the Glaswegian dialect: the blistering oaths were downright poetic.
As the bell was readied Will changed into the crude leather suit used to ward off the cold. This was Duncan’s suit, so it was clammy wet and not really large enough, but he’d be glad for the protection when he went under.
Wee Geordie was a muscular young man as large as Will himself. It was damned chilly in the bell as they sank beneath the surface. As he perched on the cold metal bench that ran around the inside of the bell, Will thought wistfully of the clear, turquoise waters of the West Indies.
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