CHAPTER SIXIt was rough in the Bay of Biscay.
Although Zarina was not seasick, she was glad to stay in her cabin and not walk about.
She could imagine nothing more terrible than if she should break a leg or an arm when there was no one to look after her on the ship.
Rolfe went up on the bridge often and became, strangely enough, friendly with the Captain.
He was an interesting man, he told Zarina and, although it was hard to believe, very proud of his ship.
“I suppose that it must be the only possession he has,” Zarina commented.
“I am sure that is true,” Rolfe replied, “and, as he started out as a cabin boy, it has been his life’s ambition eventually to have a ship of his own.”
When they reached the Mediterranean, the sun was shining and the sea was the blue of the Madonna’s robe.
