Her father died within those last minutes, and as the ship struck, what was left of the crew jumped to the mudflat and headed for the surrounding jungle.
Sakim, one of the last aboard, touched off two guns aimed at the Jolly Jack, then helped Abigail to escape from the ship. Fleeing into the woods, they joined forces with Jublain and his hastily gathered men, but there was nothing to be done. Their ship was in flames, Tempany was dead, and escape into the swamp was their only chance.
The vast and dismal swamp covered over two thousand square miles, a dense forest of black gum, cypress, and juniper, tangled with Virginia creeper, honeysuckle, and reeds. Much of it was deep, dark water, threatening and still. Sunlight filtered through the boughs overhead, and only here and there was there solid ground.
A ship's boat had been taken into the swamp for use on some of the winding waterways in hauling logs to the building site. Into this they climbed, slowly gathering up a few stragglers, then escaping into the depths of the swamp.
The only food they had was a little brought ashore for the men working on the fort.
Yet there were many deer, occasional bears, and many kinds of birds. Using much ingenuity they had somehow managed to exist.
Bardle, after putting out the fires, had looted the ship, then set fire to what was left and finished the burning. He had hunted for them, but a few well-placed shots from the swamp itself had dissuaded him. After a while, he had sailed away.
'You have not seen him since?'
'No,' Abigail said, 'and we kept a good watch because we were expecting you. We did not know how you would come, or when, but we all believed in you.'
'He will come back then,' I said, 'and we must prepare for that.'
Long we talked that night, over the table and after, and I told her of my escape from England, and the part Lila played, but adding little about the difficulties on the island or my dealings with pirates. Yet as I spoke there came a little hint of warning: I had another enemy now in Duval ... and Hanberry, too, when it came to that.
'For me,' I said at last, 'there can be no question of returning. All that is behind me, and from this moment we must build a new life in this land.'
With sadness, I looked at her. 'Abigail, I thought of none of this when you agreed to come with me. I had no idea I would forever cut off from all we know of home, so I want to say now you are free to go. The fluyt is here. We've a good crew. Tilly is a most able sailing-master and he can return you to England.'
She filled my glass with ale. 'You talk foolishness. I am no child to want only the glitter and the glory. There are enough women in England for that, and for all else, and good people they be, but I made my commitment to you long ago. If you stay, I stay ... and I want to stay.
'Bad as it was out there in the swamp, I came to love it, although I, too, long for your blue mountains.'
'But you must realize that I must avoid contact with other Englishmen. The order for my arrest will remain in force, and any ship that comes might bring those who would take me back. From now on we are not only exiles from England, but from Englishmen.'
'So be it, then. I am content.'
The night was filled with small rain. We had dropped down the river a bit and anchored out of the current in the sound. Because of the darkness and the rain I kept two men on watch, wary of what might befall.
Long I lay awake, considering what must be done. With Abigail to consider, I had also to think of ways to divert her, to keep her content with our life, and I thought of several. The first and most obvious I did not think of at all. Lila did.
At daybreak I was in the cabin, charts spread out upon the great table, studying the courses of the rivers. The place Tempany had chosen I liked full well, but it was a place known to Bardle, a place where we might soon expect trouble, hence it was in my thoughts to move.
Once again we set sail and returned to the northern sound.
We were seeking out a river of which I had some small acquaintance on my previous voyage when Lila came to me with John Tilly.
'Here he is,' she said.
'I see ... and a good man, too.'
'Of course he is a good man. He is a man of God.'
'Aren't we all?' I said gently.
'I mean,' she said severely, 'that John Tilly is a minister of God.'
Startled, I looked at him again. 'Is this true, Tilly? I had no idea.'
'You had no reason to suspect it. You found me upon a ship of pirates. I was a prisoner there until they discovered I was a capable seaman.'
'Well, we can always use a man of God. Nice to have you aboard, Tilly.'
'Captain Sackett,' Lila said severely, 'you do not seem to understand. John Tilly is a minister of God. As such he is empowered to perform marriages.'
I do not think I am unusually dense, yet the thought that sprang immediately to mind was the wrong one. 'Lila! You don't mean to tell me! You've found a man?'
She flushed. 'That is not what I mean. I am thinking of you and Miss Tempany.'
Well! For a moment I just stood there looking stupid, and then I said, 'Of course ... of course, Lila. I was thinking of other things, I-'
'You had better go ask her,' she said gently, then.
'The Reverend and I will discuss what is to be done.'
I looked around at the grinning sailors. Jeremy, who was chuckling, Jublain with his mocking smile, and Pim Burke. 'Don't look so damned superior!' I said irritably. 'That's why she came out here. It is just what we've planned.'
'She's down in the waist,' Pim said, grinning like a pleased ape. 'Tell her about it.'
Abruptly, I turned my back upon the lot of them and went down the ladder to where she stood alone near the rigging, watching the riverbanks not so far off.
She looked up as I drew near. 'You know he loved you very much,' she said.
'Who?'
'Father. He spoke to me of it many times.'
'He was a good man, a strong, kindly man.'
We stood by the rail looking shoreward. A heron flew up from the swamp back of the trees and banked away on slowly flapping wings.
'I want to build a stockade,' I said, 'with the buildings all inside, a place on a hill with a good field of fire all around. It will have to be close to the river so ships and boats can come in close.
'Then I want to get a vegetable garden and some grain growing, and to plant a small orchard.'
'I'd like that.'
'By the way, there's a man up on the afterdeck you should know, a very special kind of man.'
She turned and looked at me. 'You mean there's somebody I haven't met?'
'Well ... you've met him, I'm sure, but not in his official capacity, and that's the only way to really know him. Come ... we'll go aft and see him.'
'Now? I was enjoying this.'
Taking her by the arm, we started toward the ladder to the afterdeck. We were almost at the top of the ladder, and John Tilly was waiting near the whipstaff with his Bible in his hand. Lila was there, and most of the crew were arranged in respectful rows on either side.
'What does this man do?'
'What does he do? Why, he marries people. He's a minister of the Church.'
She stopped abruptly. 'Barnabas ... ?'
'We mustn't keep the man waiting, Abigail. You can marry me now and resent at leisure.'
'I shall never resent it or you.' She looked around quickly. 'Oh, Barnabas! You ... I must look a sight.'
'You couldn't be lovelier. Come on now.'
She looked up at me. 'Why! You're laughing!'
'It is a fault I have. There is something about solemn occasions that always stirs my humor. I like them, I
