Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bolted Down
Maryanne spent her first days aboard the ship in silence. Her transfer had been swift, and she offered little resistance. Once in the sealed compartment, she accepted the rest of the restraint passively. The training and surgical procedures frightened and hurt her, but time passed; and, eventually, she was put ashore with several others in a seaport she would never be able to identify, somewhere far from Boston.
Today, she sat in an oversized wooden captain’s chair in a pleasantly decorated room. There were French doors with heavy black velvet drapes at one end of the room and bookshelves on the opposite wall. Outside, beyond the balcony of the windows, she could see what looked like a cold, winter landscape. The trees were bare, and the grass was gray a
