Tiffany had always avoided invitations to go sailing before. The reason was easy to recall now, though she hadn’t thought of it when Devin had invited her. April 1900 I am so sore of heart as I stand ashore and observe the departure of his ship. My very soul aches that Ernest must leave Eagle Cove, yet he is a foremast hand with a four-year contract. Our time together was so brief, but I shall be ever thankful that he was led to me. By his word, I shall look for his return in the summer, when I may once more feel the ecstasy that he can evoke from my willing body. In summer then, I may once more wrap my arms and legs about him and again call him “mine.” Tiffany had never wanted to intrude upon the memory of Lillian’s departing lover. By always choosing to remain ashore, Tiffany could r