10
Back on Board, Fremantle
The driver drops us off at the foot of the gangway. It’s well past midnight. We’re covered in sand and salt, and a bit giggly, even the Captain. Clara will be in bed so we don’t have to be careful about being seen together but, just in case, the Captain insists I board first saying he will follow on in five minutes.
As I step into the atrium, I notice a pile of luggage beside the Hospitality Desk. Someone has a set of luggage the same as mine. I walk up to it and some instinct warns me to check the label on one of the suitcases. How strange. The label has my name on it.
“Miss Roxley,” a voice calls out and I look up.
It’s the purser calling me over.
“Miss Roxley, I have a letter for you. I think you will find it explains the situation. Should you need me,
