Chapter 4:
Deirdre found a place in the bow of the small boat. It wasn’t that small, at thirty feet, just smaller than she cared for. The more movement she experienced on the open water, the more tired she became. No amount of excitement concerning their upcoming adventure would keep her awake.
The launch was not built for comfort. There were no cabins with beds for guests to lounge about on. The best things she could find to lay her weary head on was the stores in the rope locker.
It was dark below decks. That was all right. The dim light hid the dirt she was certain covered the mooring lines. She cared little. The clothes she wore were… unfitting for a lady, uncomfortable, and above all, they seemed to chafe in all the wrong places.
She would need to speak to her niece, or maybe Phoe
