Chapter 6
6 Serafina stood at the stern of the majestic ship the General Goddard, watching the coastline of her native India slowly slip from her view. Behind her, the ship was abustle with the activity of the crew, half a hundred men crawling all over the sails and decks making everything ready for the eight month voyage ahead. The salty wind whipped her tightly braided hair and tugged at the numerous layers of her clothing. Sera pressed both hands to her stomach, fingers tracing the stiff boning of her corset. She was only just becoming used to the British mode of dress, so different from the comfortable, colorful saris she’d worn her whole life. She felt cramped and confined in her new garments, but it was for a good cause. She was going to be a British lady, after all, with a fine house in Lo
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