I had finished cleaning myself, wiping my face free of blood and pulled on a dress that Rebecca had laid out for me on the bed in the Captain’s quarters.
It was a violet gown that was flowy with sleeves that flared out at the elbows and fell down to my feet with a modest neckline.
I pulled it onto my body and tied my hair up with a clip before heading back above deck. It was hard for me to work with my hands when even the soft material of the dress seemed to hurt them, causing a constant pounding in my palms.
The anchor had been lowered in the middle of the endless ocean, the ship still as the crew shared stories around a fire that had been made in an iron barrel that sat in the middle of the deck.
The sky was starting to turn a bright orange, signaling that it was time to rest and cel
