CHAPTER NINEJustina opened her mouth to scream.
Then she realised that her intruder was a small boy, a very scared small boy.
He was dressed in stained and torn grey flannel trousers and a shirt that had once been white and now was indescribably dirty. The sleeves were rolled up, buttons were missing and if he had ever worn a tie, it had disappeared.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my cabin?” Justina demanded.
“Please, miss, my name is Harry Nicholls and I’m very hungry.”
He did indeed look half-starved.
His eyes were an intense dark blue and huge in his small face. This was not someone she need be frightened of.
“Where have you appeared from?”
He glanced over her shoulder at the porthole.
“I’ve – I’ve been living in one of the lifeboats.”
“One of the lifeboats?” Justina r
