A thousand islands: the lost treasure of Bill Johnstone, Pirate…
A Revolution fic (No blackout Au): Sebastian (Bass) Monroe/Charlotte (Charlie) Matheson; Charloe.
Charlie is used to the limelight… as a daytime TV weather girl, she is sent all over the world talking about the weather in Chicago and the US while hugging Koalas in Australia or sky diving in Nepal. Then she fell in love with her bodyguard Sebastian Monroe and found a whole new kind of adventure. In this story, Charlie and Bass are just married and are off on a sailing trip to the Thousand Islands of the St Lawrence River for their honeymoon – where they fall headlong into a new adventure and solve a mystery…
Rating M
Author's note: Thanks so much for reading This is a birthday fic for the wonderful LemonSupreme! Happy birthday Lemon, I really hope you enjoy this, xx, Magpie Oh, this is a work of fiction and I have no knowledge of any actual lost treasure, nor do I own any part of Revolution, damn it…
A thousand islands: the lost treasure of Bill Johnstone, Pirate…
Bass steered the sleek Nonsuch thirty foot ultra 'Circle M' away from the private jetty of their house in Egg Harbour, just married pennants fluttering like a flock of bright birds from the mast and everything gleaming in the bright August sunshine. Charlie stood at the bow waving and blowing smiles and kisses to the mostly happily drunk or heading that way - except for her mom of course - gathering of their family and friends on the shore.
Miles and Duncan were standing arm in arm right by the edge of the water doing a sort of Mexican wave with their free arms. Her uncle looked rumpled (when wasn't he?) but very handsome in his best man's white tux while Charlie's best friend, Matron of honor and boss was stunning but slightly wobbly in sky high sandals and a simple red satin sheath that was colour matched to her Porsche. Charlie shook her head, glad they had someone who knew what they were doing taking photos because by the looks neither Miles nor Duncan – or anyone else except she, Bass and her mom, would remember anything about the wedding tomorrow.
Looking totally amazing in her bridesmaid's floating blue silk and tulle, her wild dreads in all shades of blue and turquoise with silver beads flashing, Penny was flinging handfuls of coloured rice paper into the air over everyone and laughing as sea birds swooped down to check it out...
Connor was holding a big bowl of the stuff for her and looked like a movie star in his tux, his wide grin flashing as a snowstorm of their confetti got caught by the wind, whirling into Jeremy's face and hair making him splutter and almost drop his drink...
Jeremy's date, a willowy, gorgeous Indian artist he'd met at Connor's exhibition joined in the laughter, reaching up to help him pick all the bits out of his hair and eyebrows while her crimson and gold sari belled out in the wind like exotic sails.
Another one of Connor's artist friends was taking photos and videos of everyone and everything, his short dark figure like a faun darting between all the bright finery while Jim and Sophie Hudson, Scanlon with his paramedic boyfriend, both in formal black, and Will Strausser – in between marriages and temporarily single, were standing in a relaxed semi-circle behind Miles and Duncan, glasses raised in a toast towards the boat.
Charlie waved at them all, blowing kisses as they drank. Then she looked around for Danny, spotting him at the back deep in conversation with Jim and Sophie's daughter, Melissa, his tux and blond hair a perfect foil for Mel's slim dark loveliness. She smiled, she'd been hoping they'd hit it off, Mel was majoring in astrophysics with a second in nanotechnology and given Danny's smarts and background she was just perfect, not to mention the fact that she was sweet as all get out.
Her mom and dad were standing a little away from everyone else, with her Grandpa and Grandma Charlotte, Rachel elegant as always in cream and gold and her dad in a black tux as father of the bride but looking as though he'd much rather be in jeans and a tee shirt, his bow tie hanging loose and his hands in his pockets… He saw her looking at him and blew her a kiss. His proud grin and gentle eyes almost making up for her mom's try at getting a role in Frozen.
There were a crowd of their other friends a little further back, but no other Monroe's of course, except Connor, although technically he was a Bennett, and Charlie looked round at Bass, checking that he was ok, her pulse thumping like a hammer when she realised again that he was her husband now, he wasn't the only Monroe anymore.
He knew she was looking of course, like he always did, and his wide, happy grin sent reassurance like a balm to her heart. He'd taken his jacket and tie off and rolled up his shirtsleeves, the circled M tattoo on his left forearm looking perfect against his golden skin and the open neck of his shirt showing off the clean, strong lines of his throat under the cute blond scruff. He had his sunglasses on so she couldn't see his eyes, but he looked relaxed, totally at home on the boat and totally, fucking amazing.
She licked her lips, he was all hers now, and they were actually, finally going to be alone for a whole, wonderful month. She loved their guys, they were all part of her family now and having them around was great… but she was so looking forward to having Bass to herself for a while.
He had the course set now and came up behind her for a final wave, one of his arms sliding around her waist pulling her back against the warmth of his chest, her long skirt blowing back against her legs and over both of them in the wind.
What looked like a hundred flashes went off as pretty well everyone on shore held their phones and tablets up to get a good shot and cheers and shouted good wishes wafted towards them over the water.
Then as Charlie watched, a giant splash erupted in front of the jetty and everything got a bit confused, people were running everywhere and she heard someone yell for Grandpa Gene while Scanlon and his friend rushed to the edge, stripping off their jackets as they went. There was a flash of blue as Penny raced after them and then, after Connor dropped the bowl of confetti when he followed her there was confetti everywhere, billowing up in the rising wind like pretty clouds.
The boat was getting too far away for her to see properly and the haze from the water combined with the confetti was making everything a little bit fuzzy but as Charlie squinted it looked a lot like someone had fallen in… She felt Bass' chest rumbling against her back and turned to see his teeth gleaming as he laughed.
He bent towards her ear, 'Duncan fell in and took Miles in too'
She looked harder. Shit…there was a confused gaggle of people at the edge of the jetty and as she watched there was a flash of crimson and a whole lot of loud yelling. Charlie was trying really hard not to laugh but couldn't help it, although poor Duncan... 'She's going to be so pissed Bass, that dress cost a fortune and she and Miles were going out tonight…'
Bass pointed a finger, his other arm heavy on her shoulder, nearly helpless with laughter. 'They might have to get changed first then. Look, Charlie… she just pushed Miles back in, God I hope someone's getting this on camera...'
Charlie looked around, wishing her eyes were as good as his. 'The binoculars, Bass, where are the fucking binoculars?'
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Approximately seven glorious days later (she'd stopped counting somewhere around day two), Charlie stood on the deck of the M in her favourite cutoffs, bikini and one of Bass' old shirts and watched as the Thousand Island Bridge passed elegant and beautiful over their heads. She clicked off a few photos, turned and waved at Bass in the cabin and took a long, deep breath in of Canadian air.
They were travelling under power at the moment because for the last few days there had been absolutely no wind, none at all… Charlie hadn't minded that much, sailing was fun and she and Bass had been doing a lot of it lately as prep for this trip, but the M's powerful engine was quiet and she was enjoying purring along at the moment without having to do anything but gaze around.
The scenery around them was almost impossibly beautiful under a completely clear and beautifully blue late afternoon sky with the first couple of stars just visible above the horizon. Lights were just starting to go on all around them too and the famous islands floated gracefully into view and past them like little dreams or something out of an Irish legend. And wherever she looked there were boats, boats of all shapes and sizes from tiny tinnies to three mast sailboats, big passenger ferries and steamboats and the blocky cargo ships. There were docks everywhere too – small private ones like their own back in Egg Harbor, major ports in the towns they passed, and pretty well everything in between. People here seemed to live in their boats.
The Saint Lawrence looked wide and beautiful with its hundreds of islands and seemed totally benign - at the moment anyway, although Bass had been telling her stories of storms that rose out of nowhere further up river with waves that could swamp even the big salties that carried steel and other cargo up and down the river. They also had big storms down here too, wind storms that had carried off whole cottages and uprooted trees. They'd seen some of the damage from a storm back in 2010. Broken trees on tiny islands, sprouting green from severed branches, occasional pieces of weather worn wreckage. At the moment though it was a gorgeous summer evening.
They were heading for the Thousand Islands National Park further up river and she and Bass had carefully worked out a route through the often shallow channels in the river that would keep them away from most of the tourist spots but still allow them enough draft to take the M. The place was absolutely chock full of history and incredible stories of pirates, smugglers, rebellions and the rich and famous and Charlie was planning to do some video stories to send back to Duncan. There was talk at the station of a new travel show and she was aching to be part of it although there was a little something else happening that might mean a bit of a rethink. She patted her belly, she wasn't totally sure yet but had a feeling…
She made her way back to the cabin, stretching, her skin glowing in the soft light. It was almost time to get changed. They'd been invited to a party tonight on a private island owned by an old friend of Miles. He'd lined it up once he knew where they were going as part of his wedding present.
She swung down into the cabin and slid her hands around Bass' waist, hugging him close, feeling his strong heart beating under her cheek, the delicious warmth of his body spreading through her. She slid her hands between the open wings of his shirt and down over his yummy pecs and six pack to the taut belly and lovely package below. He was commando under the worn and faded jeans and she stroked her fingers down, squeezing gently through the threadbare, baggy material, feeling him grow hard and thick under her fingers, filling her hand until she could only… just… reach around him.
He turned and kissed her, keeping his eyes front, 'you keep doing that and we'll need to pull over before we get to the party.'
She chuckled, reaching up to kiss his cheek, giving his cock a little pat and bringing her hands back up to play with his nipples instead… 'So, is Drexel his first or last name?'
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AN: Thanks so much for reading and I really hope you're enjoying this – I'll have then next chapter up soon and hope to see you there! Magpie