It wasn’t a terrible design for a fishing boat, all things considered, but that rudder—Shina took in a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. Rich and stupid, she repeated to herself. I am rich, and I am stupid. And rich. I am very, very rich.“—now, as you can see, we don’t insist on privacy amongst ourselves.” The quartermaster, a cheerful and ungainly girl who looked a few years older than her, was showing her the little nook they used as quarters. Everyone slept in one of the canvas hammocks that hung between the port hull and the center beam, so saturated with sweat and dirt and salt that they held the general shape of an ass.“Oh,” Shina said, blinking rapidly at the little dormitory. It wasn’t much worse than the sleeping quarters at school, and it was far better than the cramped hold she’d huddled in while Dahas had burned behind her. The last one, she reminded herself. I’m the last one. She tried to ignore all the responsibility that entailed.“Now, what I was thinking,”
