Balaklava 3rd November 1854
"There"s something about to happen." Helen stood at Jack"s side, nearly but not quite touching and with her bonnet tied down tightly against the wind. She pulled her coat around her, adjusted her amulet and shivered. "I hate this place." She looked over the harbour of Balaklava with its crowded shipping and the constant bustle. "I have lived in half the world, and I have never hated a place like I hate this one. I don"t like the climate or the people or the place itself."
"It"s only geography," Jack said. "I"m sure you"ve been in worse places."
"India, South Africa, Ireland, Lower Canada, Malta and here." Helen listed her father"s postings and her life. "India was hot and spicy, South Africa crisp and beautiful, Ireland wet and misty and Malta hot and friendl
