Noah woke alone, bolting upright. Sam? Had he harmed himself? With a pounding heart, he leapt from the bunk, pulling on his shirt as he dashed from the cabin. He found him on deck amidships in much the same place he had been the day before, watching the dawn, the sky a lambent cerulean with a rind of moon and a scattering of stars still. He turned at the sound of Noah’s bare feet slapping on the deck boards. The sea was calm with sails hanging limp, only flapping a little from time to time when a small breeze stirred them. The ship’s timbers groaned in the slight swell.
Sam moved closer so their arms were just touching when Noah arrived beside him. ‘We make little progress. I have such a strong desire to get away from England as quickly as possible, but the wind refuses to cooperate, it s
