Chapter 17The sun beat down on us throughout the rest of that day, unforgiving and relentless.
Charley dropped a line in the water and caught one of those fish whose flesh would supply us with moisture.
Mr. Chetwood dropped a line in the water and caught seaweed.
The skipper sat at the tiller, consulted his compass, and pointed out a direction, and Nick and I rowed. He flinched when he gripped the oars, and I wondered why my palms didn’t hurt as much as his seemed to.
Hildy sat in what shade my body could afford her. As the youngest and fairest-skinned of us all, she was in the most danger of sunburn.
Eventually the sun set, and the air grew cooler. The skipper dropped a weather anchor so we wouldn’t drift too far off course.
Nick yanked at the seat of his canvas pants, muttering und
