Without Prejudice
By David O'Neil
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Compared favourably to UK’s Ian Fleming and US’s W.E.B. Griffin and Tom Clancy, David O’Neil continue to mesmerize readers with the exploits of his magnificent stable of characters. In Without Prejudice, O’Neil’s newest action adventure involving his dynamic young team of Donny Weston and Abby Marshall, now fully accredited agents of British Intelligence and barristers-in-training, who, on their way to park their beloved boat Swallow in Malta to be ready for the summer, encounter the schooner Speedwell at La Rochelle, where problems arise for Commander Will Pleasance, his wife Mary, and his granddaughter, Lotte Compton. Discovering, to their surprise, a compelling romantic attraction, Lotte and Tom Hardy, also from the Speedwell, join forces with Donny and Abby to oppose the threats to the Commander. From Valetta the four follow up the threat, only to find themselves faced with a plot to use a famous mercenary in an assassination that will rock the foundations of the Euro community, and the western world. Backed by Russia, a rogue CIA operative has set things up for a public shooting at a Euro summit.
The four foil the plot and the assassination fails, but the CIA agent, is credited with foiling the coup and is promoted. He wants revenge, and comes after the four. The outcome is decided in a action-packed shoot-out in high speed boats in the cold waters of the Thames estuary.
David O'Neil
David is 79 years old. He lives in Scotland and has been writing for the past five years. He has had three guidebooks published and two more coming out through Argyll Publishing, located in the Highlands. He still guides tours through Scotland, when he is not writing or painting. He has sailed for decades and has a lifelong interest in the history of the navy. As a young man, he learned to fly aircraft in the RAF and spent 8 years as a Colonial police officer in what is now Malawi, Central Africa. Since that time, he worked in the Hi Fi industry and became a Business Consultant. David lives life to the fullest, he has yet to retire and truthfully, never intends to.
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Without Prejudice - David O'Neil
Without Prejudice
A Donny Weston – Abby Marshall Thriller
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David O’Neil
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Chapter one
Off the cuff
The finish on the hull looked good to Abby Marshall as she wiped a paint-spattered hand across her forehead. She was not aware that there was now a white mark there, to accompany the smudge of blue which had come from the broom handle Donny Weston had been using for applying the anti-fouling.
Swallow was looking good in her old age. As a personal task undertaken when Donny’s parents had given them the boat during their last year at Brunel University, they were in the final stages of the complete overhaul they had promised themselves at the time. It had taken longer than anticipated, because various events had interfered before they could get started.
Now she would take the water once more, five days hence.
The yard foreman had promised the crane would drop her in at high tide. With the engine tuned and the masts and rigging ready for a light crane to drop into place as soon as she was afloat, they would have plenty of time to move her to a deep-water mooring to complete the setting up for her voyage south.
I like the make-up.
Donny grinned at Abby as she added to the white marks on her face. The blue and white is a step away from the pallor from too much swotting and too little open air.
The easy relationship between the two young people was the result of several years’ friendship and considerable personal danger shared since they first met at the age of sixteen. Then they had been at high-school. Now coming up to twenty-one, five turbulent years later, they were engaged and both poised to embark on their new career to become barristers.
Abby touched her face gingerly. They are the badges of honest labour, earned through hard work. I note the absence of any such decoration on your unsullied countenance.
She flicked a few spots onto his face, the white paint decorating him to her satisfaction. He grimaced and clapped his hand to his eyes.
Oh, no. Has it gone into your eye?
She rushed over to see the damage. Donny grabbed her and held her close. rubbing his spattered cheek against hers. No. I just wanted to share the moment with you. That’s all.
He burst out laughing at her smeared cheek.
Abby smiled ruefully. Okay. You got me. Can we pack up now? I’ve painted everything that is nailed down.
Donny stood back and looked at the graceful hull, gleaming in her new paint; white hull and blue anti-foul. She’ll do!
He said. We can put the remaining gear on board now. There will only be the fresh food to load when we set out.
***
There was wind and sunshine when they left Christchurch harbour, Abby at the wheel, the ketch heeling under the pressure of the plain sails. Below, Donny was checking the contents of the concealed locker behind the bench seat-back. The old towel on the table was covered with the assembly of weapons they now had available. Walther PPKs, Glocks, a Browning .45—five automatics in all; an Armalite .375, and a Winchester bored for .22 Hornet cartridges. The two H&K Mk3 smgs were separately racked with spare magazines in slip-on harnesses beside them.
He returned the weapons to their place and closed the locker door, calling to Abby through the open hatch, You ready for coffee yet?
I’m always ready. It’s about time the workers on this bucket got some attention.
Ignoring the slur on their beloved craft, Donny put the coffee on. As he poked his head out of the cabin he looked at the sky and decided that the weather was not too unkind. The sea was moving but the waves were not bad for the time of year. Swallow was cruising easily with little sign of the pounding that the short stiff seas the Channel often created, though they had not yet reached the more open waters of Biscay.
They anticipated staying at La Rochelle for two days at least before sailing on to their eventual destination in Malta, where the boat would remain until next summer.
***
Inverbervie, Scotland
The sun was low in the autumn sky. Long shadows cast black silhouettes on the ground from the row of trees between the man and the horizon, stretching for miles out over the water.
There was no sign of the ship, and it crossed his mind that being late seemed to be a way of life in this particular part on the world. The Aurora was a research ship en route to the Arctic-circle. He had been told there would be a place for him if he was in Inverbervie when they called.
With a sigh the fair haired man with the intense blue eyes shouldered his pack and made his way down to the harbour office.
The Harbour Master was a slim, dapper, ex-Naval officer, complete with a trim beard and moustache combination.
As Tom Hardy made his way through the door of the office, the harbour master, Captain Henry MacNeil, RN retired, looked up at him. "It looks as if you are really out of luck. The Aurora has engine trouble, she will not arrive today, possibly not even tomorrow. If you really need to get away today, you’ll need to try one of the yachts. I hear that Stroller is planning to move today. Perhaps Peter Speight will give you a lift." The smile on his face gave the lie to the suggestion.
Tom grinned ruefully. I think I’ll give that suggestion a miss. Is anyone else on the move?
The Captain straightened up. Will Pleasance is showing signs of getting under way again.
Tom looked at him sharply, Will Pleasance?
"He owns Speedwell, the schooner moored on the end of the quay." The Captain sounded serious and Tom was a little surprised at the suggestion. In the three weeks he had been here in Inverbervie the schooner had not shown any sign of moving. Still, he had not spent all that time here at the harbour.
I thought it was permanent,
he said, a little uncertainly.
The Captain said dryly, I believe the hull is tight and the rigging is new. I can assure you that Will Pleasance is no myth. He is well-known in this area as a sailing man of wide experience. He has reported that he will be leaving for Le Treport and La Rochelle. I’m pretty sure he could use an experienced hand to help out on the trip. I’ll call him if you’d like?
Tom shrugged. Why not? France is good at this time of year.
The Captain picked up the receiver and called the Speedwell on the radio phone. When the call was answered he said, Will, I have found you a crew. Shall I send him along?
The voice at the other end said something that Tom did not hear. The Captain laughed and said, Not this one. He even sounds like a Scot. His name is Tom Hardy.
He put the phone down and turned to Tom. Right, lad. On your way. He expects to sail in just over one hour. So don’t hang about.
Tom picked up his pack and swung it onto his back. He held out his hand, Thanks, Skipper. I appreciate the help.
Have a good voyage and watch out for those bloody tankers. They take three miles to slow down.
He grinned and turned back to his desk.
Handing a sheet of paper to Tom, he said, Give this to the old bugger. It’s as up to date as it can be.
Tom looked at the paper. It was the latest weather report.
He waved and departed down the steps to the quay outside. Turning to seaward, he headed for the two tall masts of the schooner at the far end, beyond the rows of boats filling the marina along the inner harbour wall.
On his way he noticed the sleek length of the Stroller just starting to move out of her berth. Nadine Speight was coiling the stern line while her father, Peter, handled the helm.
Tom had to concede that Peter could handle the 65-foot power cruiser, as he skilfully threaded his way between the pontoons to the harbour entrance.
Nadine spotted him as she finished with the rope. She lifted her hand and waved. He waved back. For some reason he felt relieved that she was sailing away in a different direction to his own.
At the end of the quay the schooner, Speedwell, sat alongside, rocking as the lift of swell created by the passing power boat pushed her against the fenders protecting her hull from the jetty wall. Tom looked down at her lines visible below him in the evening light. He approved the graceful sweep of her deck planking running for a full 80 feet. Her bowsprit projected beyond the upswept bow. Looking aloft he noted that the rig was a modified Bermudan, which would make her a lot handier for a small crew, especially with the winches installed for sail handling. There was a man standing beside the deck house forward of the main mast.
As he stood, the man hailed him. Would you be Tom Hardy?
I would,
Tom replied. Will Pleasance, I presume?
Come aboard. We’ll be casting off shortly.
Tom swung down the iron ladder that clinging to the quay wall at that point, and stepped onto the deck still moving under his feet.
He walked aft to meet the big man, who was in turn walking toward him.
Tom was perhaps two inches taller, but Will was more muscular. Greying hair stuck out from under a Breton hat.
The pair looked at each other each, weighing the other up.
Will put out his hand, as Tom shook it. Both decided that the other looked okay.
Call me Will or Skipper, whatever you like. We’ll call you Tom, if that’s alright.
That’s fine. Where do I stow my gear?
Will turned and called out. Lotte! On deck, please.
A tousle-haired blond head appeared through the hatch of the deckhouse. You don’t have to shout so loud, granddad.
The head was followed by a body, all of five foot six with a trim waist and a bare midriff. The cut-off jeans reached her calves. Lotte turned to see what the fuss was about and stopped suddenly, looking at Tom in surprise.
He returned her look with interest; about twenty, he thought, and pretty with it.
The blue eyes weighed him up warily. She decided she quite liked what they saw. Introduce me to you friend.
She said in an even tone.
Is your Gran there?
Will said.
She is storing the provisions in the cuddy.
Looking at Tom, she held out her hand. I’m Lotte Compton, granddaughter of this old pirate. I currently seem to be dogsbody on this ship. And you are?
Tom Hardy, hoping to be spare hand on this ship.
When you two have finished holding hands, I would like to get a few words in.
Will interjected drily. Both of the younger people hastily dropped the other’s hand at this.
Turning to Tom, Will asked, Have you sailed before?
Yes. I have done some sailing.
Nothing of this size, I suppose?
Tom said, "Actually, yes. I have a sailing master’s ticket, from St Johns, Newfoundland. I was Mate of a Grand Bank’s schooner, doing fisheries research last year.
Will grinned. You’re pulling my leg!
Tom reached into the side pocket of his pack and drew out his papers. He handed them to Will without a word.
Lotte looked on with interest, as Will perused the documents.
While this was going on another head appeared at the hatch. Charlotte, take these, please.
A tray appeared with mugs on it, the steam making ripped patterns as the wind caught it.
Lotte took the tray and handed Tom a mug. She put the tray on the deckhouse roof as the slender figure of her grandmother appeared. You must be Tom, the man that Captain ‘thingamy’ said he was sending down. I’m Mary Pleasance, the skipper’s wife. How do you do.
Tom Hardy, Mrs. Pleasance. I’m pleased to meet you.
Have you finished reading those papers, Will? Your tea will get cold.
Will looked up. Get your gear below, Tom. Missus’ will show you where. Lotte, let loose the foresail and number one jib. We’ll motor off, then set the other sails.
To Tom he said, Back on deck as soon as you like. We have plenty to do.
Below, Tom found he had a cabin to himself. He dumped his pack on the bed and hauled out his deck shoes and a pair of jeans. He changed, stripping off his shirt and pulling on a sweatshirt with a picture of a schooner on the back with the slogan, ‘The best place for your savings, Grand Banks.
On deck he joined Lotte in letting loose the roller-reefed foresail. Mary was hauling in the fenders as the Speedwell pulled away from the quayside under the power of the Perkins diesel.
Once clear of the land and into Bervie Bay, Lotte and Tom winched in and sheeted home the two forward sails.
Will set the winch running to raise the mainsail. Mary started a second winch for the mizzen. Tom and Lotte stretched out the big mainsail and set it. Then, having set the mizzen, proceeded to trim each sail under instruction of Will, now very much the Skipper.
The weather was neither good nor bad. Away to the north the powerboat driven by Peter Speight could just be made out, riding a white cushion of churned water.
***
The schooner heeled in a most pleasing way Tom thought, as he sat with a hand on the wheel waiting for Will to return. The glow of the navigation lights warmed the encroaching night. The ship had Satnav, but Will made it a habit to check his navigation with sextant and stopwatch, as he had been taught when a midshipman in the Royal Navy.
For Tom, although he thought it a waste of time in the circumstances, he approved of the discipline. After all, if the power goes, so does the navigation.
He touched the wheel to port to avoid getting too close to the oil rig, lit up like Christmas tree ahead.
The log was reeling off a speed of ten knots. So, with all sail drawing well, the fresh breeze was