He jumped to his feet and found himself standing toe to toe with a glaring Rosalia. “Keep away from me,” she said. “I wasn’t bothering you.” “You were watching me sleep. I will throw you off the boat.” Rosalia snatched up the little bag of black pebbles, stuffed it in her trouser pocket and stomped away. “I wasn’t bothering you!” he called after her. She cursed back at him in three languages from the other end of the boat. “She’s really angry.” Abdul heard Jonah’s voice. “I’m up here.” Jonah was sitting on the roof of the wheelhouse. “Be careful up there.” Abdul said, as he climbed up and sat beside him. “You sound like my mum. She was always saying things like that.” “That’s what mothers do.