DAY 11. AT SEA. MORNING.
Overnight the sea had risen, and a strong wind had gathered. SuTseng made her way across the sloping deck to the breakfast buffet. Her hair blew into her eyes, and her skirt flapped around her legs. Far below, white-capped waves chased each other and slapped against the ship’s hull. The moaning of the wind and the squawks of seabirds added to the sound of sloshing water from under the tarpaulins that covered the pools. The few passengers on deck walked gingerly from one fixture to the next, trying to keep their balance.
In the breakfast hall waiters carried trays loaded with food and crockery with practised ease, but SuTseng moved with a slight stagger as she collected her breakfast and found an empty chair. Steadying her cup of coffee, she saw Timmy and his moth
