Kathleen of the Outer Banks

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AuthorHouse, 2012 - Fiction - 280 pages
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Kathleen Olsen called Svenska Flicker by her grandmother is of Swedish stock. The old grandmother wants better than a shack on these beautiful Outer Banks Sea Shores; she wants her to have the whole world, as she did sailing with her husband.

Kathleen is guarded well, not allowed to run loose as are many of the young girls of the Outer Banks. She is pure and innocent when a young captain flaunts his skill and daring to bring his schooner, white sails full into the inlet.

Kathleen sees the captain and his ship, as her prince charming on his white charger. It was love at first sight and the romance blossoms. Married, the lovers sail on and on.

Then Svenska shows a wild streak in her so demure ways and has to be punished. All is forgiven, the crew was happy. Then tragedy strikes, Kathleen dives from aloft in the rigging and hits the rail. Broken and bloody she is almost feed for the sharks.

Bunk ridden, Kathleen tries to kill herself; she wants to set her young husband free to live a life without an invalid wife.

Captain Kelley saves a man from being killed by muggers while docked in New York. He was once a famed surgeon turned into a drunk; he is signed on as ship doctor. He tends and studies Kathleen. Months later as a skilled surgeon again he operates on Kathleen's ailments.

The good doctor is so pleased and once more acclaimed. He makes the down payment on a small freighter for the man that saved his life, and the little lady that gave him back his confidence.

The good doctor waved good bye as the small freighter weighed anchor. Kathleen was tucked under her Captain's arm as the ship turned into the sinking sun.

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About the author (2012)

I was born near a lighthouse far out at sea on January 20, 1913. I must have heard the ocean roar and heard it pounding on the shore. Eight summer's came and with it a big three-mast schooner. Prohibition was the name of the game. I was at the tiller, far at sea and my father was out from sampling the tea; I was the youngest rum runner of them all. I needed all that I could earn to support a pretty nineteen year old wife and home; 10-27-1931 we married and bought property in Milbridge, Maine. Vera Alley Kelley and I were married for 65 memorable years. I was a rigger at the Boston Navy Yard during the attack on Pearl Harbor, 12-7-1941; I also worked on "OLD IRONSIDES". South Portland's West yard in Maine, where I worked as a "pusher rigger", I helped build and steered Liberty Ships for Captain Litchfield at all of the harbor trial test runs. I moved to North Carolina to enjoy my boat and the weather, I developed a small marine railway yard in Harkers Island near the Outer Banks. There in 1969 I got a call; The "BIG BAD JOHN" had run aground. I was recommended to Jimmy Dean as the right licensed captain to pilot her to Florida. Later I was hired to Captain the "M.V. MOUNT HOPE" for cruises from Rhode Island to Canada. The forty five foot ketch the "FROLIC", I bought for my own. The "FROLIC" was berthed at Morehead City close to my home. The last 25 years I have written of experiences of my wonderful lifetime. I am now 98 years old and still going strong; I now reside on the Crystal Coast of North Carolina with my family of five generations. Capt. Gardner Martin Kelley 12-13-2

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