The fingerprint residue had to wait. Ellie spent the first hour picking up cutlery, the contents of the pantry, bottled water, and the linen. The latter went into a large bag for washing. After being on the floor and handled by who knew how many people, she wasn’t about to refold it.
She opened one bottle of water and gulped it as sweat trickled down her back. The wind carried the welcome scent of approaching rain and the peculiar motion of the boat reminded her the storm was closing. Ellie didn’t care if she stayed on board until it passed. Sea Angel had weathered a lifetime of inclement weather, mostly out on the open sea, so a Melbourne storm wasn’t about to cause her any grief.
Sea AngelThis done, she evaluated the work ahead. Fingerprint residue covered just about every surface. On
