It was difficult to see; the fog was so thick it even muffled sounds. He had his mother's hand in his and she carried a raggedy bundle as if it were the Crown Jewels, so the going was slow, but finally they could hear the waves sloshing against the dock. Following the sounds, they found the ship's boarding area and carefully ascended the ramp.
The Captain waited silently as Mayhew reached in his cape pocket and handed him a packet of papers. The Captain stared at him as if he were from some as yet undiscovered land, and handed the packet back, waving at a seaman to take them to their quarters.
The quarters were spacious considering it was a small ship; one of Elizabeth's pirate fleet, no doubt. Small and fast moving- not meant for comfort. There was a very small fire lit; enough to take the chill out the air, and the three made themselves as comfortable as they could, speaking in low tones only when necessary.
After placing the baby in a small hammock, purchased for the trip, Callie dug some bread and cheese out of a bag she carried, and Mayhew found a barrel of fresh water. They ate in silence, checked the child to be sure the hammock wouldn't turn, and then Callie and Mayhew settled in the room's bunks and went to sleep. A sleep so sound they never knew when the ship slipped slowly and secretly away from the dock.
Callie dreamed. She was saddened at leaving so much behind. Her twin boys,Angus and Fergus, wild as the Scottish hills, hanged for robbery on the same day. Just for trying to get some food for the family. MacDowell, her good boy, stayed behind with his wife to try and keep their bit of farm alive. He was the one who'd gotten them in this mess, yet she loved him still and prayed daily for his health and well being.
Mayhew was her baby. At the age of forty she still couldn't say no to him. He was a dark and brooding sort, never telling anyone where he earned the bits he did, yet he had kept them all alive since their father had disappeared. To only be twenty years old himself, he had done well. She dared not ask him how he had done it but wrapped in the lining of his cape were more gold pieces than she knew how to count, and his packet of papers seemed to bring him anything he wanted, including this passage to the New World. She knew better than to ask. In his own sweet time he'd tell her.
And this sweet babe!! She was no more than a month old. Where in the world had she come from? Mayhew didn't have a way with the ladies as did his brothers. He was too solitary a man. And the few women he consorted with could never have produced a child this beautiful. She was a tiny, but strong thing; black, thick curls framing a heart shaped face, and the most beautiful lavender eyes. But even as she smiled, you could see her stormy temperament. Wondering who her mother was was useless. Mayhew would tell or he wouldn't. But she would love her as her own.
Mayhew laid in his bunk turned to the wall. He knew his dear mother had questions and he wanted to answer them. But he had way too much to lose if he told; maybe even his life and the lives of those he loved.
