—Captain Raphael Semmes, Confederate Navy SYLVIE WOKE to storm the next morning, to bits of pale dawn light and the realization that the cabin was tipped like a hillside and she had just been tumbled against the wall. Grey water came at her in waves, smashing into the tiny window. She ducked her head, terrified. For a small moment she believed they were sinking and about to die. But the water fell away; she saw light again, and steadied herself. It was a bit of high wind, that was all. Last night at supper, Captain Foxe had promised as much. He could tell by the sky, he said. They dressed and groped their way to the saloon. The steward was nowhere to be seen, but four other passengers were there: the Draytons and the two Americans, Canfrey and Paige. No lamps had been lit, but the windows were generous here, and the grey dawn was turning into day. She could see the tension in Canfrey’s smile as he rose to greet them, the dark anger in Mr. Drayton’s eyes. “All hands are on deck except the cook,”
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