Chapter 5
I woke an hour later to a tentative tapping on my door. I went to it grumpily, thinking it was some crew person wanting to check the minibar or whatever. But no, there stood Savin, his face ruddy and pale both, with my notebook in his hand.
“Is this yours? I found it up in the Crow’s Nest.”
I opened the door wide and said with pleasure, “Yes! Oh, I am so grateful! Come in, will you?”
You can imagine how happy I was, and how overwhelmed with joy, too, a secret joy perhaps, that it was Savin who had found it, and through it, me. I have never been so grateful for the habit of writing my name and location on my things.
“I’m going to celebrate with one of these damn Cokes they keep tossing in here. One for you, too, yes?”
He only nodded.
We went onto the balcony and sat. He was
