CHAPTER 33
Susannah
I watched the sea as I always did. My first task at dawn. The same when the light died to the sound of birds roosting in trees at the front of the house. The pelicans made their last dives into the darkening, brooding swell. Terns still flying in a last hope of an easy stolen meal. The sky was streaked a dark crimson purple like old, spilled blood when Sam arrived beside me.
‘The wind’s getting up.’
I had been unaware of it until he spoke. ‘The sky looks disturbed, too. Bruised.’ The Pelicans had now stopped patrolling just offshore and waves began to break more noisily up onto the beach. We both turned at the sound of footsteps behind us.
Pearl placed a large candle lantern down onto the table. ‘Clive’s goin to put up dem storm shutters. Looks like we’s in for a b
