London—September 1804
London—September 1804After weeks at sea, Sophia Brisbane was more than ready to have her feet on dry ground again. She had become progressively more chilled the farther they sailed from St. Maurice, home and haven, and she began to fear she would never be truly warm again. The ship had to be towed into the port, given the density of the fog. She stood at the rail in her thick cloak and shivered within it, watching. The prison hulks loomed out of the mist on one side, the raucous sounds of the prisoners secured there reminding her of crows.
After weeks at sea, Sophia Brisbane was more than ready to have her feet on dry ground again. She had become progressively more chilled the farther they sailed from St. Maurice, home and haven, and she began to fear she would neve
