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At the Captain's Command

At the Captain's Command

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by Louise M. Gouge

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Duty and career—Captain Thomas Moberly of His Majesty's Navy prizes them above all. So why is he tempted to relinquish both for Dinah Templeton? Though Dinah seems sweet and charming, the difference in station between an East Florida belle and the son of an earl is too marked to ignore. And all other obstacles pale with the discovery that Dinah's brother


Duty and career—Captain Thomas Moberly of His Majesty's Navy prizes them above all. So why is he tempted to relinquish both for Dinah Templeton? Though Dinah seems sweet and charming, the difference in station between an East Florida belle and the son of an earl is too marked to ignore. And all other obstacles pale with the discovery that Dinah's brother James is not what he seems….A war is brewing on the colonies' horizon, and James has chosen his side—in opposition to the country Thomas has sworn to defend. But what of Dinah? Where does her heart truly lie—with her family, or with the man she claims to love?

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May 1780

St. Augustine, East Florida Colony

The instant Dinah saw the three naval officers, she ducked into the mercantile and hid among the stacks of goods. To her relief, the men, grandly uniformed in indigo wool, gold braid and black bicorne hats, continued up St. George Street. Yet she could not help but notice the well-formed profile of the captain among them. A strong jaw. High cheekbones. Jet-black hair tied back in a queue. She wondered what color his eyes were.

What was she thinking? She quickly turned her attention to a display of awls and knives laid out on a shelf.

"How may I help you, Miss Templeton?" The rotund, middle-aged proprietor approached her, admiration gleaming in his dark eyes. "Some silk for a new gown, perhaps? My latest shipment of lace has arrived and—"

"No, thank you." Dinah lifted her basket of lavender flowers from her arm and held it like a shield as the widower moved closer. Coming in here had been a mistake.

"I do not require anything." Tension tightening in her chest, she hurried toward the door.

He reached it first, and his eyebrows arched. "I have tea from China and…"

Dinah drew herself up to her full height and lifted her chin. "Please allow me to pass, Mr. Waterston."

He mirrored her posture, although his shorter height did not reach hers, and he sniffed. "I must say, Miss Templeton, for a girl with no family, you certainly do put on airs. Would you not prefer to be mistress of your own home instead of living with Mr. and Mrs. Hussey?" His shoulders slumped, his gaze softened and his lips curved into a gentle smile. "You could do worse than marrying a responsible merchant such as myself."

A twinge of pity softened her annoyance. "As I have told you before, sir, we truly would not suit."

Even if she found the merchant's offer appealing, which she did not, his reminder of her orphaned state did nothing to recommend him, nor did his reference to her living situation. She did indeed have relatives, but they were all far away. And yes, she would like to be mistress of her own home. But in truth, not one of the many unattached men in St. Augustine suited her, in spite of her friends' attempts at matchmaking. After four years in this small city, she had no doubt God had consigned her to a state of spinsterhood.

"I wish you a good day, sir." She slid past Mr. Waterston and walked out into the street, lifting a silent prayer of thanks that the encounter had ended without unpleasantness. She encountered quite enough unpleasantness every day at home.

Coming to this city had not been her preference, but she'd had no other choice. Even before the beginning of the war that now raged in the northern colonies, she had felt twice displaced. Her parents died when she was very small, and her relatives had been unable to take her in. Then, when the dear spinster ladies who reared her died of a fever, the elders of the Nantucket Friends Meeting placed her with the Husseys, for Mrs. Hussey had also been reared by the Gardiner sisters. Once the war began to escalate, Artemis Hussey insisted upon removing to this safe haven, where no rebels could threaten to tar and feather him for his Loyalist views. Over these past four years, he had grown more and more disagreeable and usually aimed his dissatisfaction at Dinah rather than at his wife, Anne.

But as Dinah continued on her way, thoughts of Artemis vanished amid the chatter and clatter along the dusty street. When she reached the Parade, the grassy common in front of the governor's house, she approached several well-dressed ladies who were whispering behind opened fans, their admiring stares aimed across the green lawn.

Elizabeth Markham, a friend near her age, beckoned to Dinah. "Did you see those handsome naval officers who just passed this way?" Her fair cheeks bore a rosy hue, as they always did when the subject under discussion included fine-looking gentlemen.

Dinah stared in wonder at the phenomenon upon her friend's countenance, for she herself never blushed. "I did see them, yes."

"Indeed, they are proper-looking gentlemen." Elizabeth's mother sent her daughter an indulgent smile, then touched Dinah's arm. "Dear Miss Templeton, you must join us for tea at the Rose Room." She waved her hand to take in the others in her little gathering. All the ladies added their approval of the invitation.

"I thank you, Mrs. Markham." Dinah nodded toward her basket of lavender. "Perhaps after I complete my errand. Tea would be just the thing." She hurried past the group.

The ladies' jasmine and rose perfumes mingled with earthy street smells, all swept along by a warm ocean breeze. Throughout the Parade, vendors hawked their wares, everything from cast-iron kettles to candles to live chickens to freshly cut meat, while the squeals of children at play echoed across the lawn. Two gentlemen Dinah knew from St. Peter's Church doffed their hats, bowed and greeted her with the customary pleasantries. She returned a curtsey but excused herself from further conversation. Instead, she continued up St. George Street toward her destination, maintaining her distance from the British uniforms. They no doubt were on their way to Fort St. Marks, and her objective was a little farther away.

To her right lay Matanzas Bay, and a new ship—a British frigate, if she was not mistaken—bobbed in the mild current, sails furled to its three tall masts. Last evening, she had heard the bells ringing from the Anas-tasia Island watchtower, signaling a ship's arrival over the bar. No doubt those officers came from the vessel.

After a walk of perhaps a hundred yards beyond the city proper, she saw to her dismay that the officers had continued past the fort and turned in at the military infirmary, her own objective. She released a long sigh. Perhaps she could slip into the building without notice. If she had not promised to bring the lavender for Dr. Wellsey's patients, she would delay her errand and return to have tea with Mrs. Markham and the other ladies until the officers went elsewhere.

The familiar odors of sickness and lye soap met Dinah's nose even before she opened the hospital's front door, for all the windows of the building were open. She dismissed her own discomfort. Dr. Wellsey's patients suffered enough with wounds and diseases. Perhaps the fragrance of her flowers would help diminish the unpleasant smells.

Hurrying into the wide entry room, she brushed her straw hat off and let it hang by its ribbons down her back. As she made her way toward the surgeon's office, she caught a glimpse of the officers in the next chamber. With haste, she slipped into the small office and then out the side door to the herb garden to make certain the plants had sufficient water. Through the hazy glass of the back window, she saw the captain bent over a man on a cot, one hand resting on the sailor's shoulder. Every nuance of the officer's relaxed posture bespoke sympathy and concern, not the hauteur one might expect. He had removed his hat, revealing a broad, smooth forehead. Now he lifted his gaze toward the garden window, and she ducked back into Dr. Wellsey's office, her heart pounding. She hoped the captain had not noticed her presence, or if so, had assumed she was a servant.

Setting her basket on the floor beside the desk, she capped the inkwell and sharpened the feather quill. If not for her and Joanna, the good doctor's wife, his infirmary and home would be in complete disarray. She found a cloth and dusted his bookshelves and journals, taking care not to disturb the many carefully labeled bottles. Once while dusting, she had lifted a small urn of medicine and hours later was still able to smell the pungent odor of bear grease on her fingers.

The deep rumble of male voices echoed from the inner chambers of the infirmary. This would be the best time to make her escape unnoticed. Pulse racing, she made certain everything was in order, then placed the basket of lavender in the center of the desk. Dr. Wellsey or his assistant could disperse it throughout the rooms as they saw fit.

She hurried into the entry just as the doctor and his guests emerged from the back chamber.

"So you see, Captain Moberly, we make every effort—why, Miss Templeton, what a surprise."

Dinah gasped. "Captain Thomas Moberly?"

"Miss Dinah Templeton?"

They spoke at the same time, and the entire company laughed. Relief flooded Dinah. This changed everything regarding these men. Or at least regarding the captain.

He strode across the wide room and lifted her hand to kiss it.

"My dear kinswoman, how delightful to meet you at last." His thick black eyebrows arched and his blue eyes sparkled. Bright blue, like the sky. The fragrance of woodsy shaving balm tickled her nose. Doubtless the officers had visited the bathhouse before coming into the city.

"And I am pleased to meet you, Captain." Dinah curtseyed, then glanced at Dr. Wellsey, who wore an agreeable smile and showed not the slightest surprise. "Why, doctor, did you plan this?"

Dr. Wellsey chuckled. "I fear I cannot claim the credit, though to be sure, it is fortuitous."

"Indeed it is." Thomas released her hand and summoned his officers with an authoritative wave. "Miss Moberly, may I present Mr. Brandon and Mr. Wayland. Gentlemen, this is my sister twice over. My younger brother is married to her cousin, and my sister is married to her brother."

As the two officers stepped forward, Dinah saw in their eyes the usual look of sailors new in port—as if they might devour her on the spot. She tried not to recoil. This was the very thing she'd hoped to avoid by evading these men. At least when the first officer kissed her hand, he had the grace to temper his expression with respect. "I am honored, Miss Templeton."

"Miss Templeton." The other man, a lieutenant who was younger by far than his companions, gripped her hand a bit too firmly. "Who would have thought to find such beauty in this backward colony?" His breathless speech was etched with an aristocratic British accent.

Seeing a storm brewing on the captain's brow, Dinah gently twisted her hand from the lieutenant's grasp. "How kind of you, sir." She honored them with another curtsey before focusing on her kinsman, whose expression now seemed as protective as her own brother's. How strange that the idea brought on a twinge of disappointment. Strange and foolish. The captain was a seafaring man and as such could never become the object of her romantic interest. Why, she would as soon marry the little merchant as a man who always deserted his wife for the sea. No, this man could be her friend, as he was to her brother Jamie, but no more.

"What brings you to St. Augustine?" Dinah gazed again into the captain's warm blue eyes. "Have you brought news that the war is over? That the rebels at last have been defeated?"

The other men responded with condescending chuckles, but Thomas's expression turned grave. "Would that it were so, dear lady. Unfortunately, each time we think we have crushed them, they return like the phoenix." Sorrow flitted across his eyes, but he seemed to blink it away. "To answer your question, my crew and I have been assigned to join the other two frigates now patrolling these waters and to defend St. Augustine and the St. Johns River from invasion by the Spanish fleet and pirates."

"Effectively taking us out of the war." The lieutenant's tone echoed with annoyance.

"Yes." Thomas shot him a frown. "And giving us a respite from death."

"Not to mention—" Mr. Brandon's brown eyes twinkled. "Giving us an opportunity to enjoy a decent roast beef at one of the fine taverns in this fair city. A man wearies of salt pork and weevil-ridden biscuits." He shuddered comically, and the other men voiced good-natured agreement.

His remark sparked a scheme in Dinah's mind. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I must take my leave. I hope you will enjoy St. Augustine. It truly is a lovely city, and we appreciate the regiment at Fort Saint Marks and the naval ships in our harbor." She turned to Dr. Wellsey. "Doctor, the lavender is on your desk. Will you see to it?"

He glanced over his shoulder toward his office. "Ah, yes. Thank you, Miss Templeton."

After the appropriate au revoirs, Dinah added, "Until we meet again, Captain Moberly."

She restored her hat to her head and paused to re-tie the ribbons and renew her plan. As soon as they left, she would come back and ask Dr. Wellsey where the officers were lodging, then send Thomas an invitation to supper so they could share family news. Perhaps he had information about Jamie, whose merchant ship was always in danger from pirates. And no doubt the captain would like to hear about his sister and brother, who dwelt on a plantation deep in the East Florida wilderness.

Before she could think of how to word the missive, the captain emerged from the building and stopped her with a light touch on her arm. Looking up from beneath her hat brim to see a smile as gentle as his gaze, she stifled the foolish giddiness threatening her composure. Gracious, he was handsome. But how featherbrained of her to think such things. After all, she had heard from his sister that this gentleman was one and thirty, an entire decade older than her own one and twenty years. Another reason not to make him an object of her interest. And with all those marriages between their families, he was practically her brother. Wasn't he?

"Yes, Captain Moberly?" Could he hear the squeak in her voice?

"Perhaps we can arrange to see each other soon to exchange family news." Thomas clamped down on the strange wave of feeling that surged through him in response to her glorious smile. This was the lady his good friend Jamie called his "delightful little sister." But instead of the child Thomas had expected to meet one day, here stood a tall, beautiful young woman in a pretty lavender frock that enhanced her dark-brown eyes. Eyes that exuded kindness and generosity. Eyes a man could get lost in. He mentally shook himself. What foolishness. He'd been too long at sea, too long out of society and the company of lovely ladies.

"Why, yes, I would like that very much, Captain." Her voice had a pleasing, mellow tone. "Will you come to supper this evening? I cannot promise roast beef, but perhaps something just as tasty."

The innocence of her invitation gave him pause. No matter how much they regarded one other as a family member, other people might not see the matter in that light.

Meet the Author

Louise M. Gouge writes Nineteenth-Century historical romance and women’s fiction. Married to David for 44 years, she is mother of four adult children and grandmother of six remarkable children. With a BA in Creative Writing and a master's degree in Liberal Studies, Louise teaches composition and humanities at Valencia Community College in Kissimmee, Florida, and has her own freelance copyediting business.

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At the Captain's Command 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Adam412 More than 1 year ago
Dinah Templeton spots three handsome Naval officers and discovers one of them is her kinsman, Captain Thomas Moberly, whom she hasn't met. The captain's brother is married to her cousin and his sister is married to Dinah's brother. Dinah is splashed with "love at first sight" as they become acquainted. They enjoy spending time together, but she vows she will never marry a sea-faring man. Since her parent's deaths, she is almost destitute so doesn't dress as most of the women with whom the captain usually is in contact on shore. Yet, when Moberly sees Dinah, he says, "Who would expect to find such beauty in this backward colony?" Dinah lives with Artemis and Anne Hussey. Mrs. Hussey is a kind young woman reared by the Gardiner sisters of the Nantucket Friends Meeting, as Dinah was. Anne is one of Dinah's friends. Her husband, Artemis, however, is wicked and covetous of money and prestige. So he arranges a marriage for Dinah to the wealthy Mr. Richland. Yet, Dinah has a standing proposal with Mr. Waterston, the short, paunchy proprietor of the General Store.. The United States is engaged in the Revolutionary War and Captain Moberly's work involves capturing pirates who intercept British vessels. His biggest target is the pirate Nighthawk, who brags he will never be captured. Among Dinah's tangled web of relatives are some who fight for the Americans. Will Nighhawk kill the captain? Will the captain kill the pirate? How will the battle affect Dinah? Louise Gouge does a great job weaving life-like characters from another era into a compelling story. I recommend this book. Note: The author and Love Inspired Publishers provided me a review copy of At the Captain's Command.
Rachel_Wilder More than 1 year ago
The third book in Louise Gouge's East Florida colony series did not disappoint. The rich prose and characters with deep convictions that I've come to expect from Louise were richly evident in this novel. Thomas Moberly doesn't understand why the colonists are rebelling against England's rule. Dinah Templeton, younger sister of Jamie Templeton from The Captain's Lady and a devout Loyalist, captures his attention at first sight. Already aware that this is his brother-in-law's sister, he takes it on himself to make sure she's being taken care of. Unbeknownst to him their families have been scheming for years to get them together. Dinah is living with her foster sister in St. Augustine and assists the doctor at the fort. It's there she first sees Thomas Moberly. Their romance develops quickly, but believably. I particularly loved the elegant language Thomas used to express his affections and the proposal scene goes down as one of my favorites. Dinah is a strong character, but still period appropriate. Her Quaker upbringing shows in her strong convictions that never waver. From the moment Captain Thomas Moberly entered the scene in The Captain's Lady, I wanted to know more about him. He struck me as a man of deep character. He did not disappoint. He and Dinah are Loyalists and I found it very interesting and wonderfully written. That's not a viewpoint seen often in fiction set during the Revolutionary War. Louise made me see their side of the issue and how it mattered to them. Having Thomas on the cover of the book is also a huge plus. The book lives up to the promises made by the cover.
Danzingfool More than 1 year ago
The first thing I noticed about The Captain's Command was the incredible cover. What a nice change of pace to see such a handsome male for the model :) Once I opened the book, I was pleased to find the elegant historical voice I associate with Louise. The story was engaging and romantic. I got a kick out of the way these very proper, duty-bound characters, one British and one American Loyalist, experienced and dealt with their passionate feelings for one another. They phrased everything so prettily and with great dignity. I also enjoyed that Louise looked at the American Revolution from a different angle this time. More than anything, I loved the spiritual threads of forgiveness and experiencing the true fatherhood of God. Great historical romance. I highly recommend it.
Debbie_Lynne More than 1 year ago
I sped through At the Captain's Command. I loved the characters and the setting was so real I could feel the heat and the mosquitoes! Louise Gouge takes you to Florida amid the Revolutionary War. I truly enjoyed this story and all the history I learned in it. I have to add that I absolutely loved running into some of the characters from her other book A Captain's Lady! That was a pleasant surprise. Like seeing old friends again. A very pleasant read indeed and if you are like me you'll have it finished before you know it.