Andrews. He knew the ship better than anyone else. After all, what could I know about these things? I was just a child. Maybe it was perfectly natural to have water flowing in at some point. And, anyway, nobody else looked as scared as I felt. Mr. Andrews met me on his way...
How naive he had been to think that the night before the battle might drag too slowly for him or that he would not be able to think about anything else other than what might happen on the morrow. They lit their campfires earlier than usual as it was generally agreed that t...
His hands were around her waist, making sure she didn’t fall. He felt the crease of her bunched-up dress, the soft padding of her nappy, and the pull of her body as she leant fearlessly forward to try and dive to the floor. He quickly closed his eyes and opened them again,...
Drops of rain cascaded down his large nose, but he paid no heed to them. From beneath his wide-brimmed hat, a glorious wig, dark in colour, full of bounce and ringlets, generously framed a long pale face that was no longer young. King James had never been handsome but that, one would assume, is n...