CHAPTER EIGHT“The high tide has come and gone. I thought we were in good time, but I was wrong. Look – ”
Mr. Jackson pointed out to sea.
A cluster of sails could just be seen, speeding away from the land.
Dorianna’s heart sank as she watched her hopes of immediate escape disappearing towards the horizon.
“Looks like you will have to swim for it, my Lady, for I don’t how else you’ll get to the Continent today.”
“Isn’t there another port we could go to?” she asked him in desperation.
Mr. Jackson sighed.
“There is – a few miles up the coast, but like as not we’ll find the same, as the tide will have turned there too and any ship leaving this morning will have sailed.”
“Can’t we at least try?” she implored, looking at the deserted buildings that surrounded the harbour.
There was now
