Friday, March 6th, 2009
THERE IS NO WAY SHE COULD RESIST THIS PEARL.
Jonathan’s skills as a diver had been wasted for years. Hank Hogan had hired him to supervise his crew of divers in his cultured pearl operation nine years ago. Everyday Jonathan would spend hours submerged in the murky Mississippi groping for oyster shells. The water was so thick with mud that he couldn’t see his fingers in front of him. Jonathan knew that pearls are the oldest and most universal of all precious gems. They symbolized feminine purity and chastity and were supremely valuable possessions. A pair of matching pearls worn by Cleopatra are said to have been worth 1,875,000 ounces of silver during her reign. Hank’s semi-manufactured products are nothing like that. Featuring a thin veil of pearl around a implanted mould, Hank’s pearls, though plentiful, are a disgrace to that tradition.
That is how Jonathan found himself off the coast of Haiti. “Natural pearl divers are extinct for a reason!” Hank bullied when Jonathan told him his plans. “You’re wasting your time.” But Hank couldn’t know that deep in the clear Polynesian waters Jonathan would be holding the most beautiful specimen he had ever laid eyes on. Genevieve could never say no to this one.Jonathan Dueck now lives in Airdrie, Alberta, Canada. The home that he shares with his wife Heather and the wonderful Pritchard family is on a large hill from which he can see a Super Wal-Mart. Try to find him at www.intransitcentre.info