The final days of the voyage were uneventful apart from the return of McCready and Collins to the cell. Both looked pale and haggard from their illness and neither was in the mood for aggravation. Their lack of energy didn’t prevent them from snarling at anyone who came near them, and Jacob couldn’t help feeling for the men who had to bunk on either side of them.
Jacob’s continued good health meant he was required to work hard. As one of the healthiest convicts on the ship, there was plenty for him to do, whether he wanted to or not. Naturally, as their journey neared its end, he was reluctant to spend any more time away from Peter than was absolutely necessary. He found himself hurrying through any task he was given so he could quickly return to his side.
And then the day arrived.
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