This is the sixteenth part of a fiction serial, in 805 words.
One morning at breakfast, Prudence announced she was with child, to the delight of the family. However, her thunder was stolen later that day, when a letter arrived for Percival. It was from the manager of the Carolina plantation, sent not long after the one from Justin. He regretted to inform them that Master Dakin had died of the ague, and had been buried in the grounds of the plantation house. He also asked for instruction about what he should do now that his employer was dead.
Although much saddened by Justin’s death, Oscar and Percival discussed the implications. The letter had been sent prior to the recent escalation of hostilities, so for all they knew their plantation may well have been abandoned, or captured by the Colonial Army by now. With the war hotting up there was no question of either man taking ship to America, so it was decided to send a letter to the manager telling him to do his best to keep things running. Given the delay before he received that, the future of their business in the colonies was uncertain, to say the least.
Prudence expressed satisfaction that the plantation might be no more. She hated the use of the African slaves as workers there, and was outspoken in her dislike of all slavery, which she claimed went against the will of God. Oscar shared her sympathies to some degree, but also knew that the investment had been huge, and any losses would be substantial. Secretly, he was relieved. The company was rich enough to take the loss, and the future of the cotton trade in America appeared to be doomed anyway. He would work on the basis that they would be unable to continue there, and concentrate on his profitable ventures in England.
There was no news of James until after the birth of a daughter to Prudence. She was named Charity Elizabeth Dakin, and was a bonny girl with fair hair. Prudence declined the attentions of both wet nurse or nanny, determined to be a mother in every respect. The letter from James was of course out of date, but he stated that he was fit and well, and stationed as part of the garrison at Boston. It was decided that the death of his father would be kept from him, rather than upset him when he was called upon to fight in a war. But during that summer, Boston was abandoned, and the colonists declared independence from Britain, with the French now openly supporting them with troops.
Such bad news for the country was nonetheless very good news for business.
The rest of that year was consumed with getting on with life as usual, and hearing nothing but bad news from America. The newspapers were reporting numerous defeats, and the expected victory against disorganised colonials had been anything but. At Christmas, Henry arrived home on leave, bringing the welcome news that his cavalry regiment would not be sent to America. Young Abraham was obsessed with his older brother, wanting to hear nothing but tales of the exciting life in the military. As he grew older, it was obvious to all but the blind that the youngest son bore no resemblance to his brothers. Although that fact did not go without remark among the gossips in the town, it was never even hinted at by anyone at Dakin Hall.
Early in the new year, Oscar agreed to buy the seed business from his father-in-law. This would enable Prudence’s parents to have a peaceful and early retirement to a cottage on the estuary. With both younger daughters now betrothed too, John Marley felt his years of hard work had earned him some peace. Now that the Dakin’s owned one of the largest seed merchants in the south, Oscar and Percival agreed to expand their business into buying up arable land. With Justin’s death, they no longer needed two signatures, and Percival sold off the cotton and weaving interests at a profit. Even taking into account the sum lost in the Carolinas, they were still an exceedingly wealthy family.
After a surprisingly easy voyage, Fionn had not tarried long in the West Indies before taking another French ship north. A fast sloop, able to avoid or outrun the British naval blockade, which in itself was being harrassed by French warships. Arriving in territory held by the Colonial Army, and his funds all but exhausted, he volunteered to serve with General Washington’s Continental forces against the British. Although the pay was low, and often scarce, he was able to get meals and clothing, as well as being supplied with a musket and ammunition. Having lied about being a soldier previously, he had to watch and learn from his new comrades in arms.
Rumour had it that they were marching to the siege of Boston.
I knew Fionn would reappear. And heβs fighting with Washington!
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He pops up now and then, Jennie. I doubt he is doing much of the fighting though. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hmmm… there is more coming. I feel it in my bones.
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Always more coming, Jennie. π
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Ha! I knew it! π
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Another excellent chapter, Peter.
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Thanks, GP. Glad you are enjoying it. π
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(1) I regret to inform you that Juan Valdez had died of a caffeine overdose, and has been buried with a bag of grounds at Starbucks.
(2) Meanwhile, in Boston, James skipped Starbucks, and went straight to Teavana. Little did he know that Teavana is owned by Starbucks.
(3) “But during that summer, Boston was abandoned, and the colonists declared independence from Britain.” In a symbolic gesture of defiance, they traded their Royal Albert bone china for George Washington coffee mugs.
(4) Charity Elizabeth Dakin was a “bonny girl” who grew up to be a bunnyβgirl featured in a Playboy centerfold.
(5) “…the future of the cotton trade in America appeared to be doomed anyway.” Charity disagrees. She and her fellow bunnies will need cotton for their tails.
(6) Those tails excited young Abraham, who became obsessed with Charity and the playmates.
(7) “Although the pay was low, and often scarce,” Fionn was able to get Happy Meals at McDonald’s (Irish fast food) and Levi’s (ripped and distressed).
(8) Fionn’s sobriety was destined to be wounded in battle by a shot of whiskey.
(9) La Fayette loaded his Muscadet…in the wine wagon.
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You are on fire with those Playboy puns, David! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another great chapter.
I have many fond memories of Boston.
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I have never been of course. The American Colonial army captured it, so I wasn’t able to go. π π
(But my godson married an American girl, and has lived there for over ten years)
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s one of my favorite cities, so much history. I went to Boston from Nova Scotia when I was 21. Had my first teaching job there and met my husband there and the rest is history π
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Sweet! Welcome to Boston. It was an odious, unhealthy place to be in the 1770s. π
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I can imagine it was, Cindy. π
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Looking forward to arriving in Boston.
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That seems to be a popular destination, Mary. π
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Boston will be interesting!
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That’s if Fionn ever gets there. π
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Terrific chapter in the life of this most unusual family
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Thanks, John. I think there were quite a few families like this one back then. π
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Hope Fionn brought warm socks and gloves. Valley Forge is just down the road.
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That’s true, Don. No doubt he wil steal something warm to wear. π
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OH oh, Boston and James await the arrival of Fionn π±
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I wonder if they will meet? π
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It probably wouldnβt be a fond welcome by either party, Pete π±
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I love seeing the War through the eyes of the British for a change.
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Yes. We lost! π π
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I wondered where Fionn was going to turn up. He always manages to make gold out of straw.
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Yes, he has escaped justice so far. ‘The luck of the Irish’? π
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About as lucky as that rabbit’s foot was for the rabbit I fear.
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It is interesting how the family = the company = family. Warmest regards, Theo
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Yes, they literally ‘kept it in the family’ back then. π
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There are still some firms/families like that today here. Warmest regards, Theo
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