He woke, and this surprised him, ‘Oi, Maisie, what’re you doing?’
Maisie was stripping his clothes away and rubbing him vigorously with a towel. ‘Shut-it, you’re so much trouble,’ he felt admonished but couldn’t understand why. Maisie had him down to his pants. This could be embarrassing he thought, but marvelled at the strength of Mrs Hitler as his body warmed.
‘How’s the boy?’ Jack’s teeth chattering.
‘Hypothermia most likes,’ Maisie said, ‘air sea rescue’s coming, but because of cutbacks, it’s from quite a distance and where’s an air ambulance going to land, only the coastguard could pick the lad up off the deck.’
‘Let me see him.’
The boy was with a wet Mandy. Jack crouched, quickly kissed Mandy on the way, he still had not connected Mandy had dripping hair. ‘Hi, fella, can you op
