Smitty was quite handsome in his own right. Since she was planning to marry Percy, though, she tore her gaze away from the intriguing American and glanced through the doorway, half expecting to see a pig’s trough, or more likely a large sea chest or two.
She put a hand to her cheek. It was as though the entire contents of Miller’s Dry Goods shop in Brixham had been crammed into a closet. Shoes, hats, shirts, oilskin, and other clothing items overflowed baskets and chests, stacked high on the wall and on shelves, held in place by ropes and brackets. Other crates held toiletries, sewing kits, tobacco and pipes, knives and marlinspikes. Everything a sailor might need to bring or replace on a long voyage. There were even skeins of yarn and knitting needles of various sizes. She tried to pictu
