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“Yes, perfect for them,” nodded Grace. “How lucky are we? How fortunate are we beautiful, smart, amazing women? Mothers, grandmothers, sisters, daughters. All of us wives. You know what? I know they’re doing nothing wrong. I don’t care what they’re doing. I just know Ghost will be home soon and right beside me like he always is.”
“Agreed,” smiled Faith. “Ian has never given me a reason to doubt him, and I will not start now.”
“Agreed,” came the chorus of voices.
“Although,” smirked Lena, “I am curious as hell.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“You must be Marcel,” said Nine, staring at the giant ghost. He had the whiskey-colored eyes, auburn hair, and massive shoulders and chest of a Robicheaux.
“Yes,” he smiled. “I must admit, I was happy to connect with my fellow spirits and learn that you all were accepting of us. I’ve been alone a long time now.”
“You’re not alone any longer,” said Gaspar. “We’re happy to have you in our family.” The ghost smiled, nodding.
“I believe it’s the other way around,” he grinned. “I’m happy to have you in my family. You must be the direct descendants of Raphael Alfonse Robicheaux. You look identical to my cousin.”
“We look identical to you,” smirked Gaspar. “In fact, you and my baby brother seem to have inherited the growth spurt genetics.”
“Yes, I was an anomaly in my time, but that made men fear me. Which is why I am here. My ship was coming back from Barbados, loaded with tobacco and other goods when one of Jacque Couvillion’s vessels side-swiped us in a storm. It was intentional.”
“Wait, do you mean the Couvillion that owned the fishing vessels and the village?” asked Rafe.
“One and the same, my young relative. I have been plaguing their family with bad luck, storms, vessel issues for two hundred years. It was rather fun, I must say,” he smiled, running his hand through his hair.
“Do you know where the vessel is located that has the stolen goods?” asked Nine.
“Indeed. He was heavily involved until Matthew purchased everything from him. He took the money and left the other man, Tolbert, to fend for himself with the young thieves. They return to the boat four or five times a day with merchandise pillaged from local shops and vendors.”
Rafe and Baptiste smirked at the man’s use of language. It was obvious he hadn’t had any conversations in the last two hundred years.
“Sorry, Marcel. We’re pretty relaxed around here with our language. You’ll forgive our profanity. It gets, uh, heated at times.”
“That’s good to know,” he smirked. “After all, I was a sailor. I know the language well.”
“A young man we know said that they were stealing electronics, televisions, cellular phones, and other things. Have you seen anything else?” asked Nine.
“Yes. Cases of what I believe are weapons.”
“Weapons? Guns?”
“Guns, knives, those hand-held objects that you throw,” he said, imitating the movement.
“Grenades?” frowned Miller.
“Yes, I believe that’s what they’re called. I’ve counted seventeen crates just this week.” Nine tapped the comms device.
“Pigsty? Check with the local bases and see if anyone is missing weapons. Crates of weapons.”
“Crates?” he screeched.
“Yes. Crates.”
“Are you speaking to someone?” asked Marcel.
“We have a lot to teach you about this world,” smiled Luc. “I’d take it as a personal favor if you allow me to be your instructor.” The ghost smiled, nodding.
“I believe I should like that very much. According to your friends, Yori and Nathan, I should be able to venture with you toward the grounded vessel.”
