Chapter 5
Bridie’s days passed in a blur of seasickness and storm. She wouldn’t look at Alf when he brought the tea around, or talk to him. This was his fault, all of it—the leaving home, the seasickness, and now this horrible salt-water bath on the main deck.
‘Come on,’ he said, pulling back her covers. ‘There’s a good girl. Leave your notebook. You’ll feel better for a bathe.’
‘No!’ Bridie grabbed the blanket and dragged it back over her head.
‘Please, lass, everyone else is getting up.’
Bridie wouldn’t budge, not when Alf wheedled. Or when he brought his big round face in line with hers. She heard Tom Griggs’ muttered curses, Pam’s tearful attempts to explain to the children, an all-around moan of people easing themselves upright. Still, she wouldn’t leave her bunk. Even when Alf t
