“Hope is the thing with feathers…”
That’s what the poet Emily Dickinson wrote, back about the same time that Ruadh Jem Finlayson and Daniel Blackthorne were coasting into Corsair’s Cove.
And those captains and their crews certainly had hope – for treasure, mostly.
The Finlayson and Blackthorne descendants are hopeful too, in ways that most of us would recognize. They aspire to right the capsizing finances of Great Aunt Ruby’s chocolate shop, to be accepted in spite of their differences, to create chocolates that make saliva run and eyes roll back in ecstasy.
And the thing with feathers? Well that could be the irrepressible parrot Bonney. But Bonney’s dream, although you might not suspect it, is a little more romantic.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune-without the words,
And never stops at all…
Goodness knows, Bonney never shuts up.