With the boat finally tied up and secure they relaxed in the cabin, Annie nursing the baby, Dick watching in wonder.
“I think we should have a little celebration drink, don’t you?” Dick ventured, getting up from the couchette seat. He bent down to the little drinks refrigerator and stood up holding a bottle of Champagne. “I think this is the right moment for us to open this!” He held the bottle out triumphantly.
“An excellent idea,” Annie agreed.
Dick busied himself with the problem of opening the Champagne. Never having opened such a bottle before, he cussed lightly as he assessed the problem.
“It better be good stuff if they make it so difficult to get at!”
He had finally undone the wire and was tugging manfully at the stubborn cork when it exploded out of the bottle, embedding itself into the soft roof lining, and a jet of frothy champagne spewed out liberally spraying Annie and the child.
Soaked in champagne and feeling helpless, Dick looked anxiously at Annie. He tried to keep the fizzy liquid in the bottle with his hand but it simply squirted more effectively and eventually he just let it spill into the sink.
Annie stood up, drenched in the frothy liquid.
“Aren’t you supposed to serve it in a glass?” she laughed, grabbing a cloth and dabbing the startled child.
Dick laughed with her.
“Well the idea had been to celebrate our success but it turned out more like a Christening eh?”
He put the bottle down and reached out to Annie. Still holding the baby, she looked at him and for the first time saw a different look in his eyes. She placed the child gently on the floor and put its favourite cuddly toy in its outstretched hand. It cooed happily and paid no more attention to the adults.
Annie stood in front of Dick.
“Yes we have much to celebrate,” she smiled softly.
Dick pulled her gently to him and held her tight.
“Oh Annie,” he mumbled into her hair.
She snuggled into his grip and looked up into his face.
“I’ve waited a long time for this moment,” she whispered and kissed him gently on the lips.
Dick returned the kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now.” He continued to hold her, kissing her ear as he gently stroked her back. Suddenly he pulled away and looked down at her. “I’ve been such a fool trying to believe that Alice was respectable. I’ve been living a stupid fantasy haven’t I?” He pulled her hungrily back to his body.
“You needed time,” Annie cooed. “You must never doubt yourself. I believe you did what was right for you.” She pulled back enough to look into his face. “So now maybe we can take some time to discover each other?”
Dick smiled.
“So if the baby’s content why don’t we start now?” he grinned.
Annie pulled back, looking serious.
“Do I think I know what you have in mind?”
Dick looked uncertain until her face changed into a soft, warm cheeky smile.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She grabbed his hand looked briefly at the child playing quietly with its fluffy comforter and headed towards the forward cabin.
After a while, with their initial passion spent, they lay together in bed, their bodies just touching.
“We have so many things to sort out,” Dick said, half turning so that he could see Annie’s face in the moonlight filtering into the cabin from the skylight.
Annie smiled, slipped out of the bed and collected the child, who had fallen asleep curled up with her comforter.
“Yes,” Annie replied softly, “and the first thing if I may say so is to give this child a name!” She tucked the still-sleepy child into the makeshift crib at the head of the cabin.
“Well I’ve been thinking about that too,” Dick said rather hesitantly. “What should we be doing about her, I mean. Are we sure it’s really mine and should we be keeping her or what?” Dick burbled out.
Anne sat up.
“Now look here, I hope we’re not about to have our first row because whether she is your natural child or not makes no difference to me. I hope it’s the same with you? That child needs a family and a home, so as far as I am concerned, we are her family now and this will be her home or wherever else we find ourselves. Is that clear enough?” She looked at Dick defiantly.
Dick smiled. He was definitely going to love this woman.
“OK,” he said trying to sound indifferent. “So that’s the first decision.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Now how about a name?”
“I’ll tell you about the name in a minute. First there is this other matter which needs attention.” She placed both of her hands around his neck and hungrily pulled him down onto her breast.
The first rays of the morning sun had replaced the moonlight by the time they were woken by a hungry child.
The mobile telephone vibrated incessantly; discreetly removing the phone from her handbag Marion identified the caller and answered testily.
“I’ve asked you to stop pestering me. I cannot, I will not, help you. Do you understand?” She pressed the termination button aggressively.
Oscar could not help noticing the unusual number of calls Marion received in the last twenty-four hours. At first he assumed that it was Ricky or some other friends just calling for a chat but the calls were obviously irritating her.
Up until now he had chosen to remain silent.
“Problem my dear?” he offered gently as she entered the cabin and returned the phone to her handbag
“Not really Oscar but thank you for asking.”
He noticed that she was being over polite and was convinced that something was troubling her.
“Well, looks as though we will make the first test dives around ten-o’clock tomorrow. Pretty exciting eh?” he said, trying to cheer up the atmosphere.
Marion appeared to take no notice and slumped onto the bed, her face in her hands, sobbing.
“Whatever is the matter?” Oscar placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.
Tearfully she turned to face him.
“Oh Oscar I am desolate. I have allowed myself to become emotionally attached to you and now I feel so guilty. You see I told you a little white lie when I said that my father was a common soldier.” She stopped sobbing and sat upright staring at the opposite wall. “In fact his name was Prince Decator Sunoshi.” She turned to face the stunned Oscar. “He knew about the gold all right. You see it was his job to hide it!” She looked down at her hands. “The letter and everything is genuine — of that I’m sure. My mother made me swear never to reveal the truth for fear of the danger it would place us in.” She looked straight at Oscar. “I have kept that oath up until now. I couldn’t have broken that for any other person. I pray that you believe me?” she pleaded.
Oscar returned his arm to Marion’s shoulders.
“Dearest of all people I assure you that I do understand and I promise that I am not offended in any way. I’m more interested in why it should suddenly have erupted into such spectacular importance?” He looked at her discarded handbag. “The telephone calls,” he queried. “Is someone hassling you?”
“I better tell you the rest of the story.” And so she explained what she knew about the Golden Lily organisation. Everyone believed that it had died out after the war. However apparently a couple of the lesser members survived the war crimes purges and secretly continued using the organisation for their personal clandestine purposes. Marion’s search for information about her grandfather and the gold had in fact been quite coincidental. However, in the last two days The Golden Lilly had apparently risen from the ashes and announced that it was staking its legitimate right to any gold discovered on the wreck of the submarine.