Chapter Twenty One
Voyage
Crawling out of her hidey-hole, she climbed down the stack of sacks unnoticed. The ship’s crew had started work, the gangplank was down, and industrial sailors were busily carrying boxes and bags on their shoulders working like ants. Khanna was pointed in the direction of the captain, a man who couldn’t be more of a cliché if he’d tried. He also had the obligatory bushy beard, an eye patch and only one hand! The other was replaced with a metal claw rather than the traditional hook favoured in fairy tales.
As Khanna approached him, he said in a husky tone “How can I help ye, young lady?” She explained how she wanted to go north to which he bluntly replied, “We’re a cargo ship, not a passenger one,” until Khanna said she’d happily pay, making his one eye light up
