Sea Maiden 28 Angel and Sea Master by Robert Kline
This beautiful Sea Maiden and Sea Master illustration is from a collection of Sea Maidens (mermaids), Sea Babies (mermaid babies), Sea Masters (merman), pirates and fairies created by renowned artist and novelist Robert Kline of St. Augustine, Florida. The illustrations are from Robert’s novel The Forgotten Voyage of H.M.S. Baci in which Sir Edmund Roberts describes in his log, his various Sea Maiden, Sea Baby and Sea Master sightings. The following is the excerpt for this illustration:
The true heart of the Baci Finale was neither her elusive captain nor the powerful steam machine below deck; it was in fact, her chief engineer, Irish Jimmy. He was equal parts; turned-steel, romantic and whiskey, able to deftly identify and remedy the most obscure mechanical problem or console and leave content and sans clothing the most emotional woman. That which commanded his attention stood no chance of remaining unchanged.
And now, in the middle of the night, off the Western American coast, it was a fire deep in his beloved ship that had Irish Jimmy aroused. At this point it was the genius of the problem—a spontaneous coal fire deep in one of the labyrinths of bunkers built into every corner of the ship. Unattended, it could be disaster. First, every crew member raced through the lower decks, a hand to the outside bulkhead feeling for the telltale heat. Black Lugger found it first. “Starboard, aft widow’s bunker,” he called out as he pulled open the hatch to a cloud of black smoke and a wave of heat. He tore into the mounded coal, tossing it out behind him, soon joined by others who handed, pitched and threw the accumulating pile back as they dug into the narrow, deep space. A bucket brigade, then a water hose joined the effort, water flooding the dark compartment to distant hissing. By dawn the outlaying bunker was doused and then completely emptied, Irish Jimmy finally satisfied. “Aye, shift it all at the for’d bunkers; we’ll not be usin’ this nest fur a bit.” He looked to those around him, all of them awash in coal dust, grime and water. “A fine way at spen’ the night. We’ll see if ‘Bob’s a diein” afore we turn to.” Which meant, of course, they would pull out a few bottles and belittle each other.
Edmund C. Roberts was apprised of the occurrence the next morning. “Hope we didn’t disturb your honor’s sleep, but we had a wee problem.” Roberts was still afloat, his ship apparently none the worse for wear, and his response was to invite his engineer to join him in the diving apparatus later that day. It was there in the company of the orphans, Sarah, Sue and Marie, and the naturalist, Dr. Marie Gabeaux, that Irish Jimmy had the pleasure of spying their 28th Sea Maiden rising for the inky depths, she in the arms of a Sea Master. “Sweet Mary, wouldn’t she be an Angel,” he proclaimed with unmasked reverence. “Christmas in March,” he added to the chagrin of all but little Marie. “Christmas,” she whispered in awe. “A Christmas Angel!” she agreed, for her innocence could see nothing but.
Roberts’ journal reads:
Spied our 28th Sea Maiden. She with green tail, in the company of her Sea Master, he of red tail, sound build. Did not attempt capture.
This illustration is available for purchase in the following matted sizes: 5″ x 7″, 8″ x 10″, 11″ x 14″ and an 11″ x 17″ that comes unmatted on a piece of 1/4″ foam board.