Tommy had followed, and now bent over the bosun and grabbed his shirt. ‘The boom’s cracked his head open,’ said Tommy as he dragged him away down the corridor. Maggie, in her misery, followed them, after making sure Alice was still asleep and bound firmly in. Tommy put Jones into a hammock beside the sick Japanese diver whose name Maggie found she could not remember. She was ashamed that she’d forgotten about the man when the storm began. She went to him. He looked terrified, but there was nothing she could do for him. She squeezed his arm and tried to smile. Tommy said he had to go, the captain needed him. He whispered to Maggie, ‘Bandage Mr Jones and leave him. There’s nothing more you can do.’ He left. The sick bay was airless. There was no hope of opening a hatch, and whatever was loose in the cabin was at the mercy of some monstrous force. Maggie was thrown against a wall, and slumped to the floor. The medicine chest was strapped into a corner and Maggie lurched towards it.
