Chapter 15
Bridie didn’t wait for Rhys and Alf to finish their dinner. She barely made it through her pudding. So much trouble, confusion, the still-now sorrow of last night’s story. She shoved her bowl to the centre of the table and made a dash for the hatchway ladder.
Siân sat in her usual place at the base of the main mast, her eyes darkly shadowed. But she held her back straight, as if determined to face the afternoon squarely. Bridie felt no such compulsion. She had no desire to talk to Rhys, or work on her stories. She certainly didn’t want to see with different eyes. Her own were quite enough. Her vision suddenly altered.
She sank down beside the quarterdeck stairs, her mind a roil of memory and emotion. Was it shock? Or disappointment? She had to admit last night’s story frighte
