DAY 15. AT SEA. AFTERNOON.
That afternoon the turbulence was worse, and the doors to the decks remained locked. There were long queues at the medical centre where the staff provided injections to relieve seasickness. The passengers who had not succumbed to nausea grumbled about the lack of entertainment options. ‘They should have known about the storm and changed routes earlier,’ was a common complaint. Those determined to remain cheerful watched films, played games of trivia, and danced in the musical venues the staff had hastily set up, laughing as they struggled to keep their balance.
Thomas occupied a sofa in the lobby with his book. He was the focus of some curiosity since news of his collapse had spread across the ship. He felt more cheerful, despite his continuing hurt at Patricia
