Chapter 18“This is where you'll be staying from now on,” Jones said in his habitual growl. He indicated a large cabin in which rows of hammocks hung, stacked one above another. Harry regarded the room with trepidation. There would be no privacy here, of that she was certain. “There's a trunk on the wall yonder,” he added, pointing at the far wall where, under a row of portholes, trunks crowded cheek by jowl on the varnished floor.
The last one in the corner stood slightly open, and Harry eyed it suspiciously. I wonder if there's a reason it's the last one left. “I have nothing to put in it.” Her voice turned hard. “You see, when you're kidn*pped and have no time to prepare, it's difficult to pack.”
Jones shrugged. “Maybe you can buy something when we stop in Gibraltar. It won't be so ver
