offer nothing but heartache to any woman who shared his life. Â They discouraged their daughterâs interest. Â That didnât stop her from seeking Beau out whenever she had the opportunity. Â Â Beau rebuffed her, showing no reaction to her little public flirtations. Â That didnât stop her either. Â Relentlessness was perhaps Nancyâs greatest virtue. Â Â Â Â
Edmund Bagwell dismounted. Â âAre your mother and sister in, Beau? Â Â Captain Sharpe here would like to meet them. Â Captain Sharpe?â He held the reins of the Captainâs mount as he stepped to the ground. Â
The Captain removed his glove and extended his hand. Â âHenry D. Sharpe,â he announced. Â For a moment the words hung in the air. Â
Bagwell broke the silence. âBeau Daisey here is a capable fisherman. Â All the boat captains here on the island tell me so. Â You could do far worse than to have him aboard your ship, Captain.â Â Beau cocked an eyebrow at Bagwell and showed a tight smile as he took Sharpeâs hand. Â
âIâll enlist in the morning,â he said.  âCaptain.â  He broke the handshake and turned towards the house.  âIâll tell my motherâ¦â With that the door opened, and Mary Daisey stepped forward. Â
âGentlemen,â she greeted them. Â âWonât you please come in?â
Sam could breathe again. Â Perhaps this visit might proceed without incident. Â The group climbed the steps into the house.
Anna Daisey could not recall hosting a group of visitors to equal this one. Â When Mary spied the approaching men through the parlor curtains, she dispatched Anna to boil the kettle while she hastily put away her sewing. Â This Sunday was a working day like any other. Â Two dresses with petticoats were stowed upstairs to clear the room for guests. Â As the teakettle heated, Anna measured out black tea and brought the good china cups and saucers down from their roost in the kitchen cupboard. Â There werenât many, but they would have to do. Â Â Before she knew it, her mother swept into the kitchen to collect the tea tray, beckoning her into the front parlor. Â She arrived to find Beau glaring uneasily at three men in Federal uniforms. Â Among them was Sam Dreher.
On this day he seemed to be standing a bit taller. Â His jaw was squarer and his eyes more bright. Â He smiled a quick smile that spoke only to her, silently whispering: Â Shhh . Â They must not know. Â Her eyes retuned his confidence. Â She knew Sam had not told his shipmates of the days they had spent together. Â His good friend Ethan had guarded their secret. Â Sam had told her how Ethan would take his part so that he could visit her. Â Here indeed were Ethan, and Mr. Bagwell, and Samâs Captain. Â Her mother introduced her to Captain Sharpe. Â She took his hand. Â She curtsied to each gentleman in turn, then poured the tea and excused herself to the kitchen. Â She was grateful for a few moments to collect her thoughts. Â
Henry Sharpe was charmed by the Daiseysâ little cottage, the first such he had entered on Chincoteague. Â It was modest by any standard, but orderly and clean. Â Everywhere there seemed to be carvings of ducks. Â He took hold of one, a hooded merganser, with flaring neck feathers and a thin, hooked bill. Â
âMost well done,â he said, turning it over in his hands. Â âWho is the carver?â Â
âItâs mine,â Beau replied. Â âTheyâre all mine.â Â The Captain surveyed the room with its array of wooden ducks. Â
âIs this your trade?â
Beau folded his arms across his broad chest. Â âIt would be my trade, sir, if men would give a dollar for any of them. Â Many of us on Chincoteague carve ducks. Â Others carve them only well enough to lure birds to their guns.â Â
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