The worry of what we should do next gnawed away at me, keeping me awake. I’d dozed now and then, but only briefly and Sophie’s shout woke me from one of these naps. I checked the sails and went below, presuming the batteries had finally run out of power, but I was wrong. In the saloon, Sophie was...
It was barely discernible at first, but it grew stronger the closer we got to the Florida coast. Mostly, it smelt of smoke; not wood smoke but something thicker, more acrid, with an undertone of singed flesh. Bill had gone down to his bunk a couple of hours before, and Jon had replaced him on wat...