He stood at the rail hoping the chill winds would clear his mind. He wanted to be in control when he faced her. Surely Nicole would be scratching at the walls by this time.
Nicole. As he gazed up at the inky sky, he thought hed finally found the color of her eyes: the blue of a night sky at the bottom of the world. He quickly flushed at how sentimental his thoughts were. Christ, he needed to quit drinking. He was glad when Jimmy interrupted his driveling musings.
Capn, you told me to tell you if anything was wrong with the girl. Im ere to tell you that she aint eaten nothin all day.
If this was her plan to make him feel guilty, she was doing a splendid job. Did she appear ill to you? he said, trying to sound steady.
Jimmy shuffled his feet nervously at that question, then muttered, I aint seen er, Capn.
Whats that, boy?
She sent me away at midday and dinner saying that she wasnt dressed and couldnt let me in. So I just left the trays outside the door.
Derek guessed that Jimmy didnt give a damn about her any more than the rest of the crew and wouldnt have cared if she ate or not.
She didnt take any of the food, but she did take the pitchers of water, the boy added, probably hoping that information would erase the hard look on his captains face.
Although Nicole had eaten like a bird, shed at least eaten steadily since hed assured her of the food. Something really had to be wrong.
He stalked to his cabin, sweat lightly beading his forehead even with the freezing winds blowing. He didnt understand why he cared at all. But his crew had recovered from the poisoning now, and he found it difficult to continue wanting to hurt her.
He tamped down his visible concern as he opened the door.
She was on his bunk, bundled in his warm blankets, which was wise because his port window was open to the night air. Still, an odor like mineral spirits assailed him. He could only just make her out in the bed since her own lamp was down low, but something dark dotted her face and hair. He turned up the lantern near the door, and inhaled a whistle as he surveyed his cabin.
Which was newly decorated.
Nicolethe little witchhad painted his walls. Shed produced a pastoral scene, a landscape that was remarkable.
Unfortunately, her canvas encompassed his whole cabin. If his shirt hung on the wall in an integral spot, shed simply painted over it. The spines of his books, so neatly lined up, were now green and grassy. His mirror had been turned into a glassy pond surrounded by reeds. She had somehow integrated every inch of every wall panel into the scene.
He moved closer to look at the water pitchers shed taken from her tray. Paintbrushes filled them. The gilded silver handles were engraved with the words To Nicole, Happy Birthday, E. B. Who the devil was E. B.? More luxuriesand not from her father.
Someone, probably another man, had thought highly enough of her to give her these expensive gifts. Purposely ignoring the thought of her responding gratitude, he continued to scan the room. Shed used every drop of ink out of his wells and every ounce of bootblack. Still, she would have had to have a good supply of her own paint.
The chests. Derek inwardly berated himself for not investigating her sea chests, which were evidently filled with paint supplies.
The landscapes on her own cabin wall they were hers. She was the artist hed thought so talented. His breath whistled out as he surveyed her work. Shed done an exceptional job, but how could she have accomplished this so swiftly?
Again he felt a flush of guilt. Shed been alone in the cabin for eight or maybe nine hours. Even so, as he peered closer at the intricate details in every image, he thought she must have worked in a frenzy to get it all done in one day. Because she had painted everything .
She had violated all his possessionswhy wasnt he feeling the familiar ire? He should be. But a part of him believed hed gotten exactly what he deserved.
As if reading his mind, she spoke. You told me you didnt bloody well care what I did. His gaze flew from the wall to her face. Her eyes were open, watching him without interest.
So I did, he admitted. Light purple smudges just under her eyes showed him that shed worn herself down. What if she relapsed? Guilt twisted in his chest, surprising him with its strength, and he was about to apologize to lessen it. Instead, stupidly, he said, You know, I should feel angry.
A moment passed. I dont bloody well care how you feel, she said in a deadened voice, and closed her eyes.
As sleep claimed her, Derek was left to his own heavy thoughts as he lost himself in the scene surrounding him.
Chapter 17
Nicole was sitting by the window working on her knots when a loud rap on the door surprised her. Knocking? Well, this was unprecedented with this philistine crew. She took a cursory glance down to make sure everything was covered.
Since Bigsby had been barred from her company, the door opened and closed freely without any concession to her. Luckily, growing up at sea had drilled out any hint of modesty that might once have been present in her.
Sutherland strolled in smelling of sea, salt, and freezing, crisp air. God, how badly she longed to be free of this cabin! It was so painful to her that he might as well be teasing a beggar at the kitchen window.
Shed struggled with the temptation to make up a story about the poisoning just so she could get out. But she knew next to nothing about poison and couldnt even begin to fabricate a convincing tale.
The thought of having to lie to gain her freedom galled her. If Sutherland stood there waiting for her to talk, hed be disappointed. All she felt capable of doing was glaring hatefully at him. He in turn looked as if he wanted to shuffle his feet.
I thought that since youve run out of canvas, he said with a pointed look around his cabin, you might be in need of some. He laid a pile of large canvas squares on his desk as if he were placating some wild animal. Which she supposed she was fast becoming.
Then, from a small crate, he pulled out three tins. Thought you might need some paint, also. He looked eminently pleased with himself when he presented her with the paint, as if this burst of generosity was somehow noteworthy.
Instead of responding with kind words or even a little fawning, which he seemed to expect, she simply stared at him and fingered the squares with precise, edgy movements. She stopped when her cheek twitched.
I thought this would please you and possibly make up for yesterday His words died as she rose and marched up to him. Before he even had a clue what she intended, shed drawn back her arm.
And punched his face.
What the bloody hell! Whyd you do that? Sutherlands bellow was skewed as he grasped his jaw to work it back and forth.