To view it, Erika hurried up to the deck in her dressing gown and slippers. Under a generous moon, she saw the island of Pico in silhouette, its solitary peak seven thousand feet high. She imagined Ravell beside her. Like him, she was leaving one land for another, and he seemed alive in the salty tang of sea air, in the pressing onward of the ship, in the slapping weight of waves. They passed Gibraltar, where the people could not drink water from the rock they lived upon, so rainwater had to be collected in huge tanks. African shores appeared, and then Sardinia. When at last they came to the Bay of Naples, the fourteen hundred Italians in steerage waved their arms at the sky and sang in celebration of the voyage’s end. The great tossing crowd pressed against the rails with babies and bundles. When a school of porpoises glided past, the Italians pointed and cheered. The grand sight of a smoky Vesuvius unleashed the last hint of restraint in them and made them wild, their loose garments flapping, their hair flying as they danced.
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