DAY 17. AT SEA. EVENING
‘I don’t know why I’m here. I didn’t nearly drown,’ Martin complained. He and Thomas were in the medical suite where Martin was detained for observation. Thomas had left Genevieve with the duty nurse to inquire about Peter’s condition, then had come to this small office where Martin sat with hot chocolate and biscuits. His brother was wearing dry clothes and Thomas wondered who had fetched them from his cabin.
‘I should have thought to bring you a change of clothes. How did you get these?’ he asked.
‘Su brought them for me.’ Martin seemed relaxed despite his ordeal.
‘What on earth happened?’ was Thomas’s first question. ‘How did you come to be in the ocean and picked up by a rescue boat?’
‘I saw Peter jump,’ Martin answered. ‘It was a split second. I thought I’
